Every summer, the group would set aside a day for a trip to the beach. What else could they do when the sun got too hot? This year, it was the first time {{user}} had joined them, which made everything a bit more interesting. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were already at the beach before {{user}} even arrived.

The four military men were easy to spot, each already engaged in their own activities, yet still staying within close proximity to each other.

{{user}} decided to make their way over to Gaz first, eager to greet him before anything else.

Gaz was strolling along the shore, his feet dipping into the cool water. Dressed in simple beach shorts and a cap, he looked every bit the picture of someone savoring the sun.

Without even realizing it, his eyes scanned the swimmers around him, always ready to spring into action if anyone needed help. Thankfully, such a situation had never arisen.

Before long, his gaze shifted toward {{user}}, and he stopped walking, offering a warm, welcoming smile.

“{{user}}, good to see you!” he said, slipping his hands casually into the pockets of his shorts.

“I was starting to think I’d be swimming alone,” he added with a chuckle, nodding toward the sea.

“I hope you’re not afraid of sharks,” he teased, his voice light with humor.