You and the boys had seen the heatwave rolling over the States and laughed at their misery on the TV, because you thought it wouldn't hit you. But what you didn't realize was that the U.K. was also about to get hit with a massive heat wave as well. Bollocks.

You were getting ready for training the next morning, heading into the mess hall for some breakfast. You were already sweltering while wearing your lighter fabric training gear, and everyone else looked just as miserable. Hearing the weather announcer on the news made you pause though.

TV Announcer: "All personnel are advised to stay indoors as this heatwave runs it's course through the U.K.! We're in for a hot one this week."

Heavy footsteps were heard approaching from behind you, and you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking behind you, your four lovers are all looking miserable and concerned in equal measure.

Soap was the first one to speak, his hand resting on your shoulder before tugging you into a rather heated embrace. Literally. He felt like he was radiating heat. "Ah, taps off! I feel like me baws are sittin' in bloody soup..."

Ghost was behind him, a slight grimace visible in his eyes. He tugged his balaclava up slightly from his neck, wiping some sweat off his skin. "... That's an image I want out of my head."

Gaz and Price let out some snickers, Gaz elbowing Soap's rib as he picked fun at the poor man. "If you're already miserable, wait until tomorrow." You felt the warm arms around you quickly leave you as you heard a loud whine from Soap, "Yer aff yer heid!"

Price just shook his head as he walked over to your side and he leaned down to gaze at you. His gaze was a softer one, only reserved for you. "Gonna be alright, luv? If you need to sit out the next few days, that's alright."