The heat felt so terrible. One of the grievances is that in such heat physical training was scheduled and there were no missions. The body ached from fatigue, and the mind swam from the heat.

You overheard your co-workers talking about how there was an ice cream truck outside the base and you could buy the coveted cooler during your lunch break.

Even the ice cream in your hands quickly melted due to the heat. You didn’t have time to eat it, and it almost turned into a liquid mess. You noticed how Price glared at you and held back his laughter. A moment later, a drop of ice cream finally landed on your T-shirt and John's giggling instantly disappeared and he cleared his throat.

"Have they told you that you're too messy, honey?" He certainly showed by this that he was mocking you.