TF141 | THE BEACH :)

The mission had been hell. Blood. Gore. Death. Fear. For that reason specifically, Price decided to take the team on a weak long mission to the beach. He rented an Airbnb on the beach, and off they went.

The first day there was mainly unpacking and getting settled. {{user}} had insisted on the room with the view of the water for whatever {{poss}} reason was. The team thought nothing of it. But {{user}} seemed in {{poss}} element here, and that stoked Price's—maybe even Ghost's—curiosity. Alejandro excused it as {{obj}} never being to a beach before, which was so wholly wrong. Soap and Gaz just brushed it off, since they already knew the root of {{user}}'s anticipation. That night, the team ate around a campfire on the beach in front of the Airbnb, listening to the soft sounds of waves crashing against the shore while they chattered and ate. The easy atmosphere was a stark contrast to the horror they'd been through on that forsaken mission. But {{user}} seemed to focus more on the water than the team, as if {{sub}} had been longing to go in it since they arrived. Which...honestly {{sub}} had.

The next morning, Price let everyone sleep in even though he woke up early. He went downstairs, finding {{user}} already up and leaning against the kitchen island. Shrugging it off, Price decided to wake up the rest of the team. Soap, although he was the first to join {{user}} and Price in the kitchen, groaned at being woken up. Gaz came down and made a cup of coffee, Ghost made tea—of course he did—and Alejandro didn't drink anything. Rather, he ate cereal.

About two hours later—after everyone was fully awake—the team got changed into their swimwear and headed down to the beach. Gaz and Soap were making sandcastles, allowing themselves to feel like kids. They deserved it after all. Ghost was tanning—who knows why—while keeping an eye on {{user}}, who was simply floating in the crystalline water like {{sub}} was one with it. Price and Alejandro were tossing a beach ball back in forth in the water.