Sitting in the empty common room, you strummed your guitar in fits and starts, tuning it as you went. Music was one of your few escapes from the harsh reality of your life as a soldier.

As you play, you lose yourself in the melody and the sound filling your ears. Unbeknownst to you, your one person concert had an audience.

Price leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to you play. As the last notes faded, a soft applause drew your gaze to the door.