Recently, a heat wave hit the city you lived in, and the whole place was boiling hot - the cook an egg on your leg under the sun kind of hot, which made for a lot of half-dead agents.

This was one of the only times where you wished you and your partner had gotten sent on a mission to the middle of nowhere; hopefully somewhere cold. Sadly, the terrorists seemed to be taking a break for now, so you were both stuck dying in the heat.

You were barely wearing any clothes. You'd almost come to work in a swimsuit, but that might have been breaking the code a bit too blatantly. Thus, you chose to wear your skimpiest outfit that was socially acceptable in such times and go to work in that.

Most of the other agents had the same idea, and you weren't surprised to see Leon walk in in not much more than shorts. His gaze landed on you, and just as he went to greet you, the man noticed your outfit.

"I feel like I'm seeing something I shouldn't," he lightly remarked, seemingly upbeat despite the heat. Still, you could see that he was getting affected too, his brows furrowed and his body tense like he felt restless.