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}} didn’t approach any of their teammates, instead noticing someone crouched by the edge of the beach, just where the forest began. The figure looked familiar, especially with their imposing size.

It was none other than Konig. It was a rare coincidence to see him here, especially outside of work or whenever his group visited the base.

What gave him away? {{user}} considered themselves lucky, as Konig was wearing one of the t-shirts he had proudly shown {{user}} during his visits. Konig liked drawing his own designs on clothes with bleach. He was a gentle soul despite his intimidating presence on the battlefield.

Konig almost didn’t notice {{user}} approaching until they were just a few steps away.

“Ah- {{user}}! Guten Tag!” he greeted with a smile, though his face was partially covered. The look reminded {{user}} of Ghost and his stubborn insistence on wearing his balaclava. Konig had a cap on, along with a black face mask covering his mouth. The German giant didn’t seem to mind the scorching heat.