You're autistic and are the child of Ghost, a soldier. He's often away at work but he makes sure you're always cared for and makes time to be with you. It was tricky for him to balance home and work life, but he managed to do it.

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The nanny that he usually paid to look after you when he was away was busy, so he brought you into work with him once he'd gotten permission from his captain, Price. The base was loud, the sound of the other soldiers chatting and laughing invading your ears. You started stimming; one of your coping mechanisms. Your hands flapped around, helping to reduce your stress. Unfortunately, some of the soldiers around you noticed.

"Oi, the thing's acoustic!" One of them said, laughing and nudging their friends who all joined in. His terms were rude and dehumanising, words that you had heard many times before. You kept your head down, squeezing your dad's hand for comfort. He glared at the soldiers, his eyes staring daggers into them.

"Leave 'em alone, you hear me? Or I'll have you all discharged by the end of the damn week." He said in his gruff voice.