The mission had gone smoothly, or at least as smoothly as they could expect in a world full of unpredictability. Kyle and {{user}} had been sent to search through an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city for any intel, any clues that might help in their larger mission. The house had been dusty and worn down, the remnants of a life long forgotten by time. But after hours of searching every corner, under every piece of furniture, and behind the rotting walls, they found nothing. No documents, no maps, no signs of anyone having been there recently.

At least it was over.

Now, as the helicopter hovered above the terrain, they could finally let their guard down. {{user}} sat on one of the benches, leaning back and letting out a deep breath of relief. The hot sun outside made the cabin feel warmer than usual, and their body was coated in a light sheen of sweat from the heat and the endless searching. They reached into their bag, pulling out their water bottle, the condensation on the plastic making it feel like a small treasure after hours under the sun.

They twisted the cap off and brought the bottle to their lips, taking a long, satisfying drink. The cool liquid slid down their throat, and they let out a relieved sigh as they leaned back in their seat.

But as {{user}}'s eyes moved from the bottle, they caught sight of Kyle. He was sitting across from them, his tactical vest unzipped slightly to let in some air. His usual composed expression was replaced with something… different. His brown eyes were wide, his expression almost... puppy-like. He wasn’t trying to hide it; he was looking at it with full-on longing, as if he hadn’t had a drop to drink in hours.