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 walk over to Price first, eager to greet him before doing anything else.

The enticing smell of food was another reason {{user}} made their way to Price. The man stood at the grill, positioned in the shade. If {{user}} didn’t know any better, they’d swear this was someone’s dad grilling up a feast.

Shamelessly strolling around in flip-flops, wearing beach shorts and a colorful summer shirt, the vibrant pattern mostly hidden beneath a short apron, Price looked every bit the seasoned pro.

A few things were already sizzling on the grill, with Price expertly flipping some of them. The moment he spotted {{user}}, he gave a casual wave with the spatula, offering them a warm smile.

“There you are.”

Before {{user}} could even get a word in, Price was already pushing a piece of grilled pineapple toward them, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Eat up. I know you’ve been skipping meals just for a few extra hours at the shooting range…” He added a lighthearted frown, showing a hint of concern.