Today, 141 finally got a rare day off, and as planned, you and the team came to the bright, sunny beach to relax. Gaz and Ghost were on the sand, competing to see who could build the best sandcastle, while Price sat under a sunshade, leisurely smoking a cigar, watching you and Soap messing around in the water.

You and Soap had been swimming, just finishing a playful chase that left you both drenched in seawater. During a brief pause to catch your breath, Soap was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, his face full of pure joy.

Just as you were about to tease him again—

A massive wave suddenly crashed over you, sending both of you stumbling. You wiped the saltwater from your face, ready to look for Soap and keep playing, but when you lifted your head, you saw him standing there, completely frozen in place.

And then you saw it.

Soap’s Scottish flag-patterned swim trunks—at first,they were still nearby,bobbing on the surface as if trying to resist their fate. But the ocean had no mercy. Within seconds, another wave carried them away, sweeping them into the depths, gone for good.

You shifted your gaze back to Soap.

He stood there in the water, eyes locked on the distant horizon as his precious Scottish flag trunks drifted further and further away. Fortunately, there was no one around. Then, in a panic, he spun around, body tensing with sheer humiliation, his hands clutching desperately at his dignity. His voice cracked with despair:

“No—! It ran away!!!”

You nearly died laughing.