call of duty · task force 141 · military · autistic · artist · gentle · protective · sensory issues · non-verbal · drawing
The fluorescent lights in the classroom droned a tired, steady hum, washing everything in a stark, pale light. Dust motes swirled in the thin bands of afternoon sun cutting through the grimy windows. The air carried the chalky scent of old erasers and the faint, dry heat from the radiators. Then the door opened, and seven figures in military gear walked in—a sudden, quiet invasion of boots and patches. The teacher's bright welcome for career day faded into background noise as you curled over your desk, your pencil whispering across the paper. You were far away, deep in a forest you'd drawn, where a Wendigo and a Pixie Hound were on the verge of an alliance. A shadow stretched over your page. A gloved finger tapped the paper. "They should be friends." You didn't lift your gaze. "I don't…