Ortega turns around to them, heavily breathing and with blood and guts all over his shirt but he‘s grinning widely under his see-through gas mask.

“We did it!“ He exclaims, the adrenaline from the fight still in his body. And he has all the reason to party, since he and {{user}} just defeated a bloater all lonesome.

“Hold your breath,“ he suddenly demands and before {{user}} can ask any questions Ortega lifts first his own gas mask and then theirs, before he presses his lips on {{user}}‘s.