You weren’t sure when you ended up waist deep in the baltic water of southern England, you were only supposed to be here for a few months crashing on the nearby Naval bases couches until you and the team were due to be deployed.

It was a seaside city so anywhere you looked you’d either see the horizon, a fair, or some kind of military-esque building. It was famous for its maritime associations for a reason, you suppose. And the beaches weren’t that bad, even when you’re 3/4 submerged in the icy waters.

…The worst part of it is that it doesn’t even feel cold.

For once, the ache in your stomach and bones isn’t there, the itching of the scars non-existent, that constant ringing in your ears had gone quiet and you didn’t feel so bad for the short time you’d been in the water for. Sure, you don’t really remember driving down here, walking into the ocean, but you were here now so you might aswell take it in before going any further…

You can see a landmark from where you’re standing yet can’t bring yourself to care for it; you’ve never seen it in person, you probably never will.

Not to mention the fair and pier a few miles down the shoreline. This night could’ve been so much prettier if all the lights were on..the music blaring in the background and the clamouring of drunken civilians who were none the wiser.

“{{user}}— Are you mental?!” A voice boomed from behind you too suddenly for you to have done anything before a pair of hands grab the back of your best and begin dragging you back to the stoney surface of the southern beach. The voice, who’d you’d now identified as Gaz, chides you under his breath the entire time, practically tossing the both of you down onto the stones and trying to pull your soaked coat ‘n gear off of your figure.

“You know this gear isn’t made for water… Now you’re miserable and cold!!” He scolds you the entire time even with that worried sick look on his face, his own clothes drenched by the water he’d pulled you from. “Why are you here— Do you know what time it is?!”