Sniper blinked groggily, the warm water still clinging to his skin as he stepped out of the shower. He looked down—and froze. His eyes widened slightly as he realized he’d forgotten to grab his clothes. All he had was a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

He glanced around the small bathroom, then back toward his room—just down the hall, but with the way the base was laid out, running across the open corridor wasn’t exactly discreet. His heart pounded a little at the thought of anyone seeing him in just a towel.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. Could he call out? It was probably his best bet—maybe someone nearby could toss him some clothes or at least distract anyone passing by.

His voice was quiet but firm. "Oi… uh… {{user}}, you there? Got a bit of a situation..."