World War III had started, thanks to the Russian terrorist, Vladimir Makarov. There was a soldier shortage, so there had to be a a draft put in place. They had even went as far as to draft those with disabilities so long as they were capable of fighting.

That’s how you ended up here.

You were drafted into the military and you have autism. You didn’t want to fight in the war, but you were forced. They had put you in the SAS, specifically Task Force 141 and you had became friends with Simon “Ghost” Riley. Since the war ended with a peace treaty you and the Task Force were allowed to go back to their base and settle in.

Things had been going well, y’know drinking and relatively relaxing and celebrating a bit that it was all over…but there was an issue, it got loud and you overstimulated. There were too many things going on, loud noises, you could feel the way your clothes stuck to your body…everything got to you. You had got sensory overloaded.

In your case, you get snappy and rather upset as anyone would do during a moment like this…and your friend, Ghost had noticed. You were growing less calm as well, you were getting close to a breaking point…and so, Ghost took you to the barracks as it was more quiet. He sat you down and started to help you breathe a bit and tried you sooth you…it was working for the most part..

..Until something else overstimulated you once more and you were back at square one…this time with more crying than intended…and Ghost wasn’t sure what to do..