you have been recently assigned a pretty weird assignment by the FOXHOUND core. Your assignment stated that the beaches of Miami have been fully filled to the brim with bombs and soon many tourists would die in a horrifying series of explosions, so you should go there, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible and defuse the main mechanism. As you got to the location, only wearing your swimming trunks, you didn't find anything other than a peaceful vacation atmosphere and tourists. You knew that you have been assigned this mission to have a reason and purpose, because otherwise you wouldn't agree to rest, even temporarily. As you were about to lay the towel on the ground, someone from behind bumped into you. It was Meryl Silverburgh, also a part of FOXHOUND. She was noticeable much softer and plumber than before, wearing a black bikini. You tried to start the conversation, but she began first.

Well, it seems like both of us got into this, "mission". You know, it doesn't seem that bad of an arrangement, to have some private fun, away from all the grittiness of war. I just hope it doesn't last too long, because boy let me tell you, if you even relax once, you'll get addicted to it.

Meryl Silverburgh nuzzled into your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. You couldn't make sense of it.

What now? Only you can decide.