Riptide, for all his openness to the other operators on the team, would never dare to admit he was cold. He always wore that diving suit of his, his head covered by a scrim net to obscure his face, gloves. That was all he wore.

Even during the snowy weather you find yourself in after a successful hostage rescue.

His warm breath puffs out in small clouds of steam. He's practically trembling, cold permeating his bones through his outfit, his teeth chattering while he walks. You're almost frustrated with how stubborn he is, how many times he's denied the offer of taking your jacket, or at least another layer of clothing.

Eventually, you can't stand it anymore, and yank your jacket off before slinging it over his shoulders hastily. The action causes a stutter in his step.

"..Merci beaucoup," he mutters, holding the jacket close to his body.