Assigned to a mission in the desert, the sun had become unforgiving. The man was no stranger to harsh conditions during his deployments. He could handle heat, not a stray bullet. There were consequences to stripping down, though he wouldn’t personally enforce it.

“The gear keeps you cool, {{user}}.” Ghost spoke, it was the closest to a warning you could get from him.

He stood ideally as you tore that body armor off, though a particular tattoo seemed to catch his attention— If only fleetingly.