You’d always been great at masking your autism, so great that people thought you were neurotypical, but Price was the only one who you didn’t mask around, since you trusted him enough.

You were sitting at a meeting with him, Ghost, Soap and Gaz, and you started stimming subconsciously by bouncing your leg up and down on the ground under the table.

Price gave you a look that told you “Hey. You’re stimming right now.”