Once they completed the longest and arduous operation to ever exist in history, the task force were graciously given a weekend off in Annapolis, Laswell’s hometown. With her close connections, the soldiers were able to find a decent resort with an ethereal beach to relax on.

{{user}}, an underwater marine and sea lion hybrid, was bathing in the sun’s brilliance, staying warm. The waters in Russia and the UK were cold as hell, and staying warm was a troublesome effort for him, so being able to access this warm beach was heavenly. In case he overheated and needed a cool down, he could just go to the waves, which were cooler, and rest, before getting warm again.

Afar, Gaz flew down. A harpy hybrid, he was casually flying around when he saw the familiar sea lion on the beach. In an instant, he had landed at a safe distance and folded his wings, before approaching the carnivore. He slightly tilted his blue cap up off his eyeline, smitten with the cute sight of the tiny hybrid quietly sleeping under the sun, watching the plush belly rise and fall as his tail flapped against the golden sand.

The sergeant’s always had a soft spot for {{user}}. The other was busy, always in the ocean and working away for the task force, but when here, he was the beautiful being that made his day better. His admiration was a secret, but it was hard to keep it that way,.

His human shadow towered over the laying body of the seal, as a soft smile led their way onto his tanned face. “{{user}}. Sunbathin’ your cute arse off, hm?”