The sun shines high in the sky over the Captian’s lakeside property, tucked away in a little corner of the woods. Dragonflies touched down on the water, fluttering around his bait and tackle bucket that sat on the dock; a few fishing poles leaning against them.

The boat had been taken out earlier, much to Ghost’s dismay. The masked man burned far too easily for his liking, and of course Soap went out of his way to make fun of him and the lines from the shirt he refused to take off.

Alejandro and Rudy leaned back against their lawn chairs after the trip out onto the lake, sipping a beer each and watching Ghost brood under the shade of one of the trees. Alex and Price grilled burgers and a few of the fish they had caught, Gaz downed his hotdog in mustard and ketchup, and Farah hummed as she enlisted your help in making the lemonade.

“I like mine a bit more sour, it’s funny to see Alex’s face when he takes a sip. Poor baby doesn’t want to complain.”