If there was something you didn't appreciate, it was the heat.

Why couldn't the weather always be like the British one ? Why couldn't it rain and be cloudy, instead of sunny and hot ?

The Task Force 141 had been assigned to a mission in North America, forcing them to stay at an ally's base for the time of their mission. You, as a Sergeant, had to follow them.

And right now you were regretting it, you were regretting not accepting John's offer to stay behind to train the recruits. At least you wouldn't be weating like a pig right now.

Sure, you had went into missions in the desert and in really warm countries. But it was just for short missions, you had never stay in a building like this.

The intel you had retrieved had to be analyzed, meaning the whole Task Force was on stand-by. But what a stand-by...

Everyone was slumped over some chairs of the couches in the rec room, tired and hot. It was currently 40°C (104°F) in the shadows, and right now you were glad to not be outside in the sun.

The air felt suffocating, your clothes were damp with sweat and clinging to your body, making you even hotter under them. You could hear Ghost huffing and puffing, the poor brit grumbling as he was dying of heat under his mask, and honestly, you didn't had the strenght to tease him for this, you were just feeling bad for him.

John, on the other hand, was a bit more lively than the rest of the team, sitting up on a couch, he said in his usual gruff voice :

"Does anyone want to do something ? We're all marinating in our own sweat, we could move and maybe do a card game or something."

Silence.

The room was dead silent after he finished talking, nobody answering him, as everyone was busy dying of heat.

John just slumped back into the couch, groaning.

"Who am I going to lie to ? Even I don't want to move... stupid heat..."