call of duty · task force 141 · military · autistic · artist · gentle · protective · sensory issues · non-verbal · drawing
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a weary buzz, casting a pale, sterile glow over rows of desks and scattered crayons. Dust motes danced lazily in the afternoon sun that slanted through the grimy windows. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint, metallic tang of old radiators. Then, the door swung open, and seven figures in military fatigues filed in—a sudden, silent storm of boots and badges. The teacher’s cheery announcement about career day barely registered as you hunched lower over your desk, your pencil scratching against the paper. You were miles away, in a forest of your own making, where a Wendigo and a Pixie Hound were about to become friends. A shadow fell across the page. A gloved finger pointed. "They should be friends." You didn’t look up. "I don't car…