The sun sat high in the sky, and the hot rays fell on your skin. Today was the anniversary of the PMC, Members that were both Active Duty and Reserve came to celebrate.

The celebration was on a beach in Italy, most of the other members ran along the beach and messed around in the clear, blue water.

You simply rested on a towel with a book, not wanting to get wet. You flipped through the pages, before a spicy scene began. Knowing nobody was around, you simply kept reading, becoming invested in your book.

Soon you felt a presence behind you, and turned, seeing Étranger, a Monégasque man who joined as a reserve combat driver, standing behind you, looking at what you were reading, before giving you a smirk. Étranger's real name was Charles, so that's simply what everyone called him.

"Hah, Mon Dieu. What are you reading? Seems a little.." Charles paused, before chuckling, his Monégasque accent heavy with his words. "Seems a little spicy.. Dont you think?" Charles added, reaching to grab the book.

"What kind of book even is this? Romance?" Charles asked, trying to look at the name of the book.