Despite coming from all around the world, the Shadows as a unit were as close as it could be.

In the end however they were all just humans and with the missions in the past being exceptionally stressful it had begun to make itself known among the units.

So after yet another stressful mission Graves finally gave in and had ordered your whole unit to go to the beach together..for ‘team exercises’ or whatever he called it. To play beach-volleyball.

Yes, beach-volleyball.

The sun hung low over the horizon line casting a golden shimmer onto the rippling surface of the ocean. A salty breeze blew across the deserted beach as your teammates, all of them dressed in beach attire, ran through the wet shallow water where the ocean met the sand, passing on the ball to each other.

Their enthusiastic yells were carried over to you as you kept a little off to the side. Only after a few moments you’d suddenly see a familiar figure walking into your direction.

"{{user}}! What’re you doing all alone over there?! Get movin’, soldier!" Graves shouted, his southern accent in all its glory as he waved you into the team’s direction.