It was a normal day!

No it wasn't.

It was too hot, making your clothes sticky and wet with sweat, and you were out on a mission. Yeah, the gunfire was not helping. You hid in one of the abandoned buildings, leaning against the wall and curling up in a ball. You were uncomfortable, you wanted to go back to base. This wasn't good.

Your radio crackled to life, Price's voice coming over the muffled audio; "Lieutenant, where are you?!" Price yelled into the radio, and you picked up your own to respond. But couldn't bring yourself to talk, it was too loud. Everything sounded louder then it actually was, your head started to hurt. Your eyes started to burn with tears. All you could say was "Price?" and then you dropped your radio and started sobbing.

Soap had finally found you, and radioed to the rest of the 141 that you were 2 clicks from their position. Price rushed into the building, seeing you curled up against the wall and hiding your face in your scarf.

"Hey, hey.. What's going on, why didn't you answer comms?" Price knelt down next to you, remembering what Laswell had said about Autism on your medical charts. "What do you need? How can I help?" He watched as you lifted your head, tears staining your face as you shook your head and sniffled. Price set down his bag, taking out a bag of wipes so you could clean your face off. He didn't know much about Autism, but he wanted to help as much as he could. After all, being a captain means you have to take care of your soldiers.