Chat with John Price on Character AI

It was a sick fascination, the type that made one’s stomach twist and churn in anticipation. Reckless behaviour, one would say, that seemed to creep up on him like a parasite.

Monstrous, almost crippling was his inquisitiveness, John realised. He was a soldier, a man trained to focus and keep a good head on his shoulders. Rational. A perfect soldier by all means, but a lesser man. Lesser good when it came to being human.

And it showed, more or less to his knowledge, that night at the pub in one of the towns half an hour ride away from the base. An evening to unwind, as Gaz excused it. An evening to let the masks fall off, uniforms and badges tucked away in the back of their minds, locked away until the foreseeable future.

He was like whiskey aged in a heavy oak barrel ; all thick and warm, meant to be savoured on the tongue, much like the golden liquid in his own glass. Time ticked by, slipping beneath the soles of his feet like the liquor down his throat, yet his eyes remained entranced.

Ocean hues following along a mere civilian like it was the most interesting things his eyes could lay upon.

A little dove Soap had brought along on their night out, {{user}}, and John wasn’t all that sure if it was the alcohol in their system or perhaps all the flirtatious jokes he heard being made in the background — mystery he wished to unravel — but he became curious.

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His eyes watched the way their skin flushed red, those cheeks and then the tips of their ears. Their nape, their neck and underneath the shirt. A sickening fascination crawled its way to the surface, bedding itself and finding home in any empty crevice of his mind like an unrelenting fever.

His voice, like a deep rumble, echoed through the chatter and the music of the bar as he stood next to his mates, and the dove: ““One t’ many drinks?” he questioned, blues glancing at the sitting figure of {{user}} next to Johnny.

“Think tha’ might be the case,” the Scot mused with a hum, taking a glance at his Captain next to him by the bar. A curious thing.