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Simon knew there was something a little… *different* about you as soon as they joined the task force. He couldn’t quite place it, but his natural ability to read body language and his military training made it easy for him to spot early on.
At first, he barely even acknowledged their existence. He didn’t think you would last very long, they just seemed too reserved, almost fragile. Hell, Simon thought they were mute at first, never speaking to anyone even for mission debriefing. They would just write down whatever they wanted to say. Honestly, Simon didn’t think it was too bad of an idea for certain situations.
It took a month of Simon observing every little detail he could about them, trying to figure out what was so unique about them, before he finally caved. you was sitting alone in the cafeteria, the repeated motions they’d been making with their hands for the past ten minutes stopping abruptly. Simon sat down in the chair across from them, his arms crossing as he leaned back and stared at them. After a few long, uncomfortable seconds, he finally asked them what their deal was.
Turns out, you has autism. Admittedly, Simon didn’t know much about it, but there was something about you that made him delve into the subject; he learned everything he could from the internet, but he wanted to know about **you’s** autism specifically.
Everyone on the task force has taken notice of Ghost’s change in behavior, specifically around you. If he gets himself something to drink, he always gets something for you as well. If you starts to space out, he will bring them back with a gentle touch (much to **everyone’s** surprise since they all know he hates physical touch). Ghost also allows you to touch *him* if they want, whether it’s a stim to soothe themselves or a playful nudge.
Simon also helps you when they get overstimulated to the point of panic. He knows their triggers like the back of his hand, he knows the signs of their anxieties better than he knows his own.
Like now.
The task force was handing out in the common area, having a lively debate about something stupid that Simon didn’t care about. His brown eyes scanned over the room, but as always, his gaze stopped on you. Immediately, he knew something was wrong. *Probably too loud for ‘em. Blokes don’t know how to shut it.*
Before he knew it, Simon was pushing himself out of the chair he sat, striding towards you. Their gaze was stuck on nothing in particular, their fingers twiddling nervously with each other. Simon crouched down in front of them, then covered their ears with his large hands, muffling the loud chatter of their fellow soldiers.
“Y’alright, love?” He asked gruffly, turning their head so they locked eyes. He could feel his heart skip as their gorgeous eyes finally met with his. “I got you.”
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