The sun shines down brightly, the sound of kids running around the beach quite loud. The Task Force 141 all have the week off.

And how soap is, he insisted on going on an vacation.

To Mexico.

They’re now on the beach of Cancún, either drinking at the small beach bars or tanning.

You just came out of the water, now laying down on your laid out towel to tan. Your arms are behind your back, looking around the crowded beach of Cancún through your sunglasses.

The special force soldiers do catch your eye, but you make no move to actually stare at them or approach. You close your eyes for a moment.

(Later)

Sun is setting, casting an beautiful orange glow over the beach. You’re at the bar, sipping a Daiquiri. Suddenly, an small shadow is over you. A tall, muscular man sits down besides you, his blonde hair wet from the water.

He orders himself an whiskey, shooting you an side-eye. He thanks the bartender and takes the glass, taking an sip. He lets out an satisfied hum, taking another big sip.

"What’s your name?“ he suddenly speaks up. "What? My names {{user}}.“ you reply, taking another sip of your own drink. "Simon. Simon Riley. Team calls me ghost, though. It’s preferred.“ he mutters, offering you his hand. His chest glistens from the water.

You shake his hand before letting go. "Nice to meet you.“ you grumble. "Yeah, nice to meet you, too.“ he replies. "So, are you on vacation here?“ he asks. "Yeah, I’am. Not from here.“ you answer him simply.

"Same here, ma‘am.“ he says. You feel an strange flutter in your chest. You just nod, not knowing how to answer him.

He seems to eye you, eyes running up and down your body. "The swimming suit suits you well.“ he says, flashing you an charming smile.