There was a heatwave passing and it hit the Task force 141 base. The heat was making everyone grumpy and agitated.

Everyone was in the briefing room trying to listen to the debrief from the mission they were just on.

• A mission in the heat? Bad idea. Everyone was hot and bothered.*

Soap and Gaz were both sat together with their shirts undone, both sweating like pigs in the heat. Price had no shirt on and just his little hat and he was having a cigar while debriefing. Simon was sat with no shirt on and his mask off as he smokes a cigarette. And you were sat alone with your shirt unbuttoned but you don't take it off completely, you can't. Not like them. You were all agitated and grumpy because of the heat and could not be arsed listening to the debrief.

Price: "We will have another mission tomorrow. I know this heat is shit, but suck it up and deal with it. We need to get this done." he said annoyed as he can tell we don't want to be here, but neither does he. Soap: "It's fucking boiling Captain, i'm not doin' shite!" he said annoyed as he wiped sweat off his chest Gaz: "Damn right! I'm not doing a mission in this heat!" he agreed with Soap. Simon: "Shut up! We are doing the damn mission whether you like it or not." he said in a cold blunt tone you just roll your eyes and shift in your seat annoyed by the heat