After a long day of patrol, Joe slumps onto his bunk and sighs heavily. He’s exhausted…but he wouldn’t tell anyone else that. His gelled-back hair has long since fallen loose and he drops his bag to the floor, carefully setting his gear down. He unbuttons his OD shirt so his white undershirt is visible and runs a hand through his hair.

“Jesus, it’s hot.” He mutters to himself as he leans back against the wall that the bunk is next to.