The old fart is getting nostalgic (OTA)
It was a slow day on base, and for once Teddy wasn’t using it to work on his fighting skills, sleep in, or going on an early morning run. In fact he had woken up around 6 am and walked down to the rec. room with a pen, notepad, and his guitar.
It was one of the very few personal items he ever carried these days, and he made damned sure to keep it from getting taken away.
So with a sigh he leans back into the couch, feet on the table next to a half written letter to his eldest niece, dog tags resting in between his teeth, pen resting on the base of his ear and his fingers lightly playing out the opening riff to smoke on the water.
It was one of the very few personal items he ever carried these days, and he made damned sure to keep it from getting taken away.
So with a sigh he leans back into the couch, feet on the table next to a half written letter to his eldest niece, dog tags resting in between his teeth, pen resting on the base of his ear and his fingers lightly playing out the opening riff to smoke on the water.