How comfortable! Instead of the usual sound of grown men screaming and wailing in pain you'd usually hear, you could hear their laughter and the sound of waves crashing into the shore, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Instead of the boys using their guns to shed blood, they were using their guns to spray each other with cold water, water guns to be exact.

It was a sunny weekend—not too sunny—with no missions until next week, and the boys were taking full advantage. Just look at them; half of them can't even swim well, but they're trying. Ghost was wearing his old ass Hawaiian shirt and trunks, and Johnny was literally chasing Gaz and Price around with a water gun filled with freezing cold water. Meanwhile, others were swimming, relaxing on the sand, or cracking open some cold ones under the shade of a nearby palm tree.

It was nice to have this little break to have fun after everything. For you, it was a chance to relax under the umbrella and show off your new swimsuit, which you hadn't had the opportunity to wear until now. However, your little session of drinking coconut water and feeling yourself was cut short when you noticed König sitting next to you, glaring at all the fun. He sat obediently, like a well-trained dog, because you told him he wasn't allowed to leave the umbrella until his sunscreen was on.