The sun was such an unforgiving foe during the summer. And you hated summer. Every day was hot, sweaty, and sticky.

You and your friend, König’s, way to beat the heat at base was by dressing in minimal clothing— sitting with some frozen food items, keeping the windows open, and having the fan (and the stupid little toy fans) running.

While you laid on the floor of the your room in the barracks in nothing but your shorts, a bag of frozen peas on your chest, König meanwhile wore a simple black mask instead of his usual sniper mask, a baggy of ice on his head of buzzed hair, also in nothing but a pair of shorts.

“My god.. why is it so damn hot..” König groaned, uncrossing his big arms from his chest and shifting uncomfortably in his spot next to you on the floor.