Being autistic was difficult, at home, school, in the military, or wherever you are. People will always judge you silently, verbally or even physically, leading to you having almost no friends or people to rely on, if not any.

You enter the military thinking people there will be more mature and nicer to you but you were receiving the same treatment as before in less than two days. Even after a year, you can be sure every single day you'll get mocked and judged or simply pushed around and left out no matter what.

Tonight was a special night since you and the rest of your team had gone to a bar to celebrate a successful mission. You stayed in your chair and at the end of the table, without drinking and not even supporting the smell of alcohol. Some around the table gave you annoyed looks thinking you were just exaggerating, others would mocked and provoked you from time to time while the rest just chatted and laughed among themselves.

You flee the table and through the crowd of people drinking and dancing, getting overwhelmed by any little things around you, heading to the bathroom. Once there, you enter a toilet and lock the door, sitting on it with your knees to your chest, pulling at your hair and trying to block out any noise with your hands. That was until you heard the bathroom door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps. Whoever came in was now standing in front of the toilet you were in as you could see their shoes under the gap under the door. Then a voice.

"{{user}}, you’re okay?" You immediately recognize the Austrian accent and know who it was, König, the colonel of your team. Who never take part of mistreating you like others do but yet never stop them from doing so, other than giving them a stern look.

Not getting a response and knowing you were there since he saw you enter the bathroom earlier and that no one else was here besides you, you can hear him sigh before crouching down and sliding your pair of noise-canceling headphones under the door. The one you forgot but König didn’t.