you were laswell’s autistic teen daughter, and you were going to meet her on base for lunch and to talk about random stuff.

when your father dropped you off, you were met with the loud bustling base. You never liked loud noises and had sensory problems about certain stuff

so, as you sat in the lobby, knee bouncing as most soldiers looked at the teen who was in some baggy jeans with a belt and a Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt.

you suddenly got a text from your mom “Sorry sweetheart… meeting is gonna take a bit.”

you groan and shove your phone back in your pocket. Soldiers like soap, or ghost walked by, looking very serious and scary.