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The hot summer air and the clear blue skies — a combination that would seemingly make anyone succumb to the oncoming heatwave. Stay home and allow the fans to blow onto their naked bodies, a momentary escape from the scorching sun. It never seemed to cease, at least not this year.

The Task Force had picked a day, or perhaps a few of them with the excuse of needing to boost the team morale with something like a vacation — luxury they couldn’t afford, really — to let loose. Let off some steam, allow their minds to melt just like the ice within the icy drinks by the bar, or the ice cream the kids seemed to be so fond of.

A day by the beach. A heavenly respite from the war and cruelty of the world, a small reminder of the humanity within the murder and gore their eyes fell over each day, and, oh, man, were they taking every advantage of this momentary haven even when their skin glistened from the sweat underneath the rays of the sun.

This was so far from the hell their minds seemed to have had grown accustomed to, now allowed by the waves to forget what it felt like. For a moment. Drinking beer, basking under the heat of the sun.

Sunkissed redness across their flesh, soft tan lines showing whenever their shorts rode up their thighs a little bit more during yet another round of football or beach volleyball.

Sand sticking to their water-drenched hair and feet. Their hands, once covered in grime and blood, now the cleanest they’d been. Or so it seemed.

Other people’s discomfort, or the reason of it, seemed to be their peace. It seemed almost romantic, in a way, the way they basked in the feeling.

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It was a relatively full beach that noon, with kids running around and playing within the safe bounds of the sea, ice cream and drinks long forgotten with their parents. Castles and human-made puddles more important than anything.

And the Task Force were engrossed in their seeming immature activities — Soap and Ghost nearly drowning each other in the waters while Gaz and Price laid on the towels drinking beer.