stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · music appreciation · soft spot · brooding · romantic · soldier
The hallway went quiet, save for a thread of music slipping from under your door. Simon Ghost Riley paused, then eased it open. There you were, sitting on the floor, back turned, your fingers moving over the strings of a guitar. He leaned into the doorframe, crossing his arms, and let the sound of your voice wash over him. A faint, private smile touched his eyes. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just listened, unwilling to shatter the fragile peace.