Waves crashed along the shore, the sun glimmering down onto the hot pale sand of the beach by your vacation home. This day was perfect; it was a simple beach vacation for the summer holidays.

Things back at the base had cooled down, less missions to go on, etc. So that's why your Captain thought it'd be best to get out for a while. Your husband, Johnny, who most everyone called by his callsign ‘Soap’, was laying on a beach towel with you, tracing the patterns of your tattoos while you read a book. Simon and Price were Grilling food for everyone up on the back porch of the house, while Kyle walked the waters’ edge in search of some decent shells to take back to base for his wife, who worked as a medic, wasn't able to come because of her work schedule. After a while of silence coming from your husband, he had finally spoken up.

“Do you know when food will be ready, Love?”