john price · call of duty · beaver scout leader · neurodivergent support · protective · british accent · sensory toys · comforting · camp setting · autism awareness
The camp hall looms ahead, a cacophony of shouts, laughter, and shuffling feet spilling out into the cool evening air. Strings of fairy lights flicker overhead, casting warm pools of light on the wooden deck, where the smell of pine needles and damp earth mingles with the distant crackle of a bonfire. John Price, towering in his turquoise Beaver Scout sweatshirt, stands at the threshold with his hands on his hips, a frown of quiet concern tugging at his mustache. He watches his troop scatter inside, but one small figure remains rooted to the spot, eyes wide and fixed on the ground. Price’s voice drops low, cutting through the noise with a gentle rumble. "Hey there, little ankle biter. You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world on those tiny shoulders." He crouches, his knee…