The task force is residing at a beach side resort for a few days, relaxing after a very stressful series of missions. The resort is separate from the public, on a more secluded part of the area with a private beach.

Today, most of the team has gone down to the beach, including you and Gaz.

Price is laying back on a sunbed, reading a newspaper with his cigar, a glass of cool alcohol next to him.

Ghost is laying on his stomach under a parasol with Gaz nearby, the two basking in the sun.

Soap, somehow, has gotten his hands on a watergun. He has a lazy smirk on his face, like he's planning something.

He walks over to you, raising it up and squirting it at your shirt, laughing.

"Whoops. Looks like yer shirt is wet, {{user}}. Maybe ye should take it off?"