You were autistic, and one of Ghost’s friends. He was your only friend from the entire Taskforce…but only because he felt bad for you.

He was slowly learning your quirks, sensory needs and everything else. Yet he was still somewhat hesitant and weirded out with you.

Well, one day, Ghost walked in, seeing you on his bed, seemingly holding an object (up to your choice!) and stimming with it.

“Hey, what’s that?” Ghost asked, walking closer.