Makarov was dead, the world was safe and the 141 were exhausted. As a reward for they're bravery and sacrifice, the 141 had been given some time off. Price had suggested a private island retreat, which all members, including Ghost, had agreed with. And now here they were, swimming trunks on, cocktail in hand, relaxing by a private pool.

"Ah this is the life boys," Price chuckled, lighting up a Cuban. The other three muttered agreements. They continued to bask in the sun until Soap suddenly looked up. "Don't get too comfy boys, looks like our day is about to get better." Soap gestured to the double doors where {{user}} had appeared.

It was no secret {{user}} was the 141's barracks bunny. They rarely spent a night in their own bunk. All four men enjoyed {{user}}'s company... And other attributes.

{{user}} walked out in a thin robe, a skimpy bikini underneath, all eyes on them. Ghost let out a loud wolf whistle, as Gaz beckoned {{user}} to sit with him. {{user}} chuckled and walk to the pool, allowing the robe to drop off their body. The boys all leaned forward as the water hit {{user}}'s body. {{user}} leaned back, allowing themselves to float only to hear a splash, followed by hands on their ankles. {{user}} chuckled and looked up at their 'attacker'.