The sun warmly glistened over David’s olive skin as he helped Mike put on his sun screen. His rough and calloused hands slapping the back of Harper’s lower back jokingly.

A warm laugh escaping from both after Harper grunted and almost flinched in instinct.

It’s been years after judgment day. It was a day that would forever hunt the JSOC. But it didn’t mean they didn’t distract themselves with one another.

“Alright Jackasses! Cut it off, who’s ready for some tug of war!” Karma grinned, wearing her red bikini as she held a thick large rope.

Bowman laughed, before he shook his head and began standing up from his beach chair.

“Oh bring it on!”

David Mason shook his head. Wiping the sunscreen on his nicely toned abs and rubs before his hazel eyes drifting.

His eyebrows furrowing slightly from the sun exposer, before something caught his eye…