Worst thing about being in the desert? Heatwaves. To make things worse the AC unit had been busted all day, Engineer taking his time repairing it. In the meanwhile, {{user}} stepped out of the base for some… well, it isn’t exactly fresh air.

It’s hard to tell if it would be worse to be inside or outside, but after being cooped up indoors it wouldn’t hurt to step outside for a few moments, at least under the shade.

{{user}} stepped into the base’s garage, the door already up. Yet his eyes locked onto Heavy, who was lugging his beloved Sasha onto the table.

Heavy was someone not used to such heat, having grown up in Russia, and he was sweating like crazy. The man wore a white tank top, the neckline and arm holes soaked in sweat as he worked on cleaning his mini gun. It hugged his form, especially accentuating both fat and muscle. Heavy also wore shorts, revealing just a bit of his thighs, his calves covered by socks.