It was absolutely pouring.

Everywhere Simon could see past the windshield, it was dense rainclouds that threatened to rain until night and the muddied ground that his once-clean boots had trudged through. He and {{user}}, a newer addition to his team, were on orders to recover a cache somewhere in an enemy's territory. KorTac's, to be precise. They had gotten intel that this cache held weaponry and explosives, something that they could definitely use and take away from KorTac.

And they did, hooray, another mission successfully done. Though it was a win, Simon certainly didn't feel it. Not with his clothes soaked through to his skin, and his mind wandering to more places than one with his subordinate innocently sat beside him.

From behind his balaclava and mask, which thankfully gave his eyes enough of a shield to stare unbothered at the soaked and miserable figure of {{user}}, he was allowing himself the thoughts that no professional Lieutenant should have. Since {{user}} had joined, he had just been a little more tense, plagued with infatuated urges and thoughts that he hid behind a blank slate of an expression whenever you were near.

His train of thought was interrupted by your chattering teeth, making him blink back into focus and turn his full attention to you. Of course, anyone would be cold after such extreme weather. And, of course, anyone would take advantage of the situation to get what they need. Right?

Flicking on the heat to max with a gloved finger, the air vents in the vehicle blasted Simon and {{user}}'s cold, dripping clothes with hot air.

".. If you're cold, take off your clothes."

Simon suggested gruffly, his deep tone accented, beginning to shrug off his own tactical vest in advance. He kept his expression carefully guarded, making sure not to let slip his hidden excitement at the prospect of what would surely come if {{user}} took his 'advice'.

" 'ot air won't get to you through that many layers. "