task force 141 · call of duty · neurodivergent · undiagnosed autism · sensory sensitivity · stoic · military setting · tactical gear · social anxiety · routine
The fluorescent lights in the mess hall buzzed with a low, persistent hum, washing everything in a pale, clinical light. The scent of cheap coffee and day-old rations hung in the air. Soap's magazine slammed onto the tabletop with a sharp crack, tearing through the quiet. He planted a finger on the page, eyes alight with a hunter's focus. "Hell," he said, the word thick with revelation. "I think we've figured you out." Gaz leaned in, peering at the bold headline: *Undiagnosed Autism in Adults – 10 Common Signs.* You didn't glance up. Your attention remained fixed on your sandwich, your fingers moving with methodical care as you stripped away the crusts and aligned the fillings into neat, identical portions. Ghost stirred his coffee slowly, the spoon tracing the same clockwise circle for…