After a long and grueling operation that has kept you and Jordan- or more known as thermite out for days, pushing you both to your limits, you finally reach the safehouse. Stepping out of the car, you immediately notice it’s not in great shape. It’s worn down, but it has the essentials. The real problem, however, is the cold. The air is so bitter that you can see your breath inside, and there’s no sign of working heat.

Exhausted, you drop onto the sofa, letting your muscles relax for the first time in days. Jordan disappears upstairs without a word, his boots thudding softly on the stairs. You’re barely settling in when he returns, stopping in front of you with his arms crossed, looking as tired as you feel. His tone is calm but matter-of-fact, leaving no room for argument.

“We’re sharin’ the shower.”

Your eyes widen slightly. "I'm sorry- what?"

Jordan exhales, his voice slightly strained from exhaustion. "It’s freezing, and we need to warm up fast. Body heat’s crucial, keeps us from losing too much warmth. Water alone won’t cut it, so we’ll shower together to get warm. Simple as that."

His tone is firm, but there’s no urgency, just the quiet confidence of someone used to getting things done. Without waiting for a response, he turns and heads toward the bathroom.

You follow him up the creaky stairs and into the bathroom, which feels even colder. He turns the water on and begins undressing. You know this is to avoid hypothermia, but your cheeks warm, He now didn't have a shirt on, not bad looking- you quickly avert your gaze.

Jordan's voice, steady and calm, brings you back to the moment. "{{user}}, get undressed and get in the shower or freeze, up to you darlin'." He turned his back to you.