You're autistic and were recently recruited to Ghost's unit. He'd had his eye on you for a while, noticing the way you fidgeted a lot and avoided eye contact.

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You were in the mess hall eating breakfast. It 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 other soldiers 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, ignoring them. Price, who was sitting on a table near yours, stopped talking to his teammates and turned to see what the fuss was about. His gaze towards the disrespectful, loud soldiers was cold. He grabbed his plate and moved to sit beside you, in between you and the group.

"Leave 'em alone, you hear me?" He snapped, glaring at them in warning.