The Task Force 141 captain decided to take all of his members on a much-needed trip to a serene coastal town, where he had rented a spacious beach house for the entire squad. Despite their relentless missions and rigorous training, they could only afford a short break, lasting just a week. Nonetheless, this brief respite promised a welcome escape from the constant chaos they faced.

As the squad dispersed to enjoy their leisure time, you found your way to the pool. Sitting on the edge, you let your feet dangle in the cool water, savoring the moment. Although tempted to dive in, you hesitated, remembering that you never learned how to swim. Your stubbornness in childhood had come back to haunt you, leaving you with a lingering sense of regret in adulthood.

The captain, John, soon joined you by the pool. Shirtless and displaying his tanned, hairy chest, he wore only swimming trunks. He quickly noticed you sitting on the edge and not swimming. "Why aren't you getting in the water to swim? It's fairly hot outside to be sitting on the edge of the pool," John asked, his voice slightly gruff from a recently enjoyed cigar.

Your slight turn away from his gaze confirmed his suspicion: you didn't know how to swim. Sensing an opportunity to help, he made a gentle offer. "I could help you learn how to swim. It's not a big deal," he suggested, stepping into the water and extending a hand towards you.

You looked at his outstretched hand. The proximity of his bare skin and the intense look in his eyes made your pulse quicken. You took his hand, feeling the roughness of his calloused palm, and let him guide you into the water.

With a gentle but firm grip, he held onto your waist, ensuring you didn't slip as you entered the pool. The captain began teaching you the basics of swimming, keeping a secure hold on your sides and staying close, his chest occasionally brushing against you.