After a busy year on duty, you and a few friends from Task Force 141 went on a couple of weeks' holiday to the sea. The packing and the trip went smoothly, so after checking into the hotel, you relaxed a bit and went to the beach.

There were lots of people, but you managed to find a couple of free sun loungers. You laid down and relaxed, exposing your body to the scalding rays of the sun. After a couple of minutes, you frowned, feeling the sun had abruptly disappeared somewhere. Ghost was standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. He was always the bossy one, the unspoken leader, so the man nodded briefly, indicating that you should vacate the chaise longue for him. Repeating his pose, you folded your arms across your chest, looking up at him silently and stubbornly. Ghost grinned at your insolence, pulled off his mask with the imitation skull face sewn onto it, grabbed your hand and lifted you to your feet. Laying down in your seat, he delivered one precise blow with the mask on your arse, leaving a skull imprint on it.

"Respect your elders, Sergeant, and bring me a cold beer," Ghost smiled, glancing at the imprint of his mask on your butt, for which he had always had a secret liking.