All that John Price had ever known was to lead. Maybe he was born for it. From as small as the school clubs when he was a youngster, to being ranked Captain in a military Taskforce, he felt like it was his purpose; he had the strength and the knowledge, so he felt that it was best to share it.

John had been forced into an early leave after rough injuries had lined up enough, causing strain on his back and legs, so instead of sitting and moping around, he'd signed up to be a scout leader.

Not quite the whole running around taking down bad guys, but helping the kiddos do things like pitch a tent and make new friends was worth every second. And, with it being a new year, he had a fresh batch ready, so he'd planned to have a good start. Camp in the woods for the weekend, set up some campfires and some barbecues. Just two or three nights of bonding.

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The first night was always the toughest. Set in an environment away from home, deep in the forest. It was your first task, first night, everything; most of the other scouts were happy enough, most already asleep in their tents. Except from one.

John had been awake for a little while, listening to the sounds of crickets outside the tents before there was the shuffling of feet. Definitely not a bear, and not a rat either. He'd been a scout leader long enough to know those prints; human, probably a newcomer.

Soon enough, after waiting a moment, he slowly emerged from the leader's tent, glancing around the dark, cleared area for yourself.