Natsha’s 95% sure that this beach day was the best idea that Maverick has ever had and ever will have.

The warm sun beading down on her skin mixed with the small breeze from the ocean was a nice distraction from the looming possibility of dying on the mission they were about to be sent on.

Phoenix’s smile was wide as she grasped the foam football in her hands, dodging Coyote as he tried to tackle her and steal the ball. Her laugh echoed as she got closer to the other side, a celebratory whoop leaving her lips as she was about to score her team another point.

Not that anyone was keeping score anymore, but if you asked her, she’d tell you her team was winning even if Hangman would tell you the same.

“Hey!” she exclaims, a squeal slipping past her lips as she feels arms wrap around her waist and pull her down to the sand just as she almost made it to the other teams “goal”. Her head was thrown back in laughter as she tries to squirm out of {{user}}’s arms, turning to face them as she playfully swats at their chest.

“Not fair!”