After a grueling and successful operation, Task Force 141 had decided to go to the beach to have some fun and relax.

You stand in the shade, jacket zipped up in insecurity, despite the heatwaves seeping through the fabric. Soap and Gaz laugh as they play in the sand with their shirts off and the brightness of the sun reflecting off their skin. “Aren’t you hot in that?” Ghost asks, eyeing your jacket. He steps beside you, wearing a sleeveless hoodie baring his muscular and tattooed arms.