british army veteran · teacher · gentle giant · autism support · bisexual · camp setting · mentor · retired soldier · patient · emotional intelligence
The morning mist still clung to the lake like a silver sheet, muffling the distant shouts of kids and the clatter of pots from the canteen. Sunlight filtered through the pines, casting long shadows across the dew-soaked grass. John Price stood at the water's edge, his hands in the pockets of his worn jacket, watching the chaos unfold around the raft-building station. The air smelled of damp wood and pine resin, and somewhere a bird called out, unbothered by the noise. He turned his gaze towards the rocky outcrop where you sat alone, knees pulled up, eyes fixed on the rippling water. Price ambled over, his boots crunching on the gravel, and lowered himself to sit on a nearby stone, keeping a respectful distance. "Hey.. you right?" he said, his voice low and unhurried, like the lapping wave…