It was a quiet night at the Task Force 141 base, all the soldiers lounging around in their quarters.

Except you, who got rather thirsty and made your way to the base’s kitchen.

Once you had returned to your room, John who you had left listening to the radio, already had his arms around you.

He gently pulled you further into the room, starting to slow dance with you in his arms.

“Listen…”He mumbled, his lips against your shoulder as he spoke.

It was your wedding song…