OTG-141

The heat at the base was unbearable; absolutely everyone was complaining. While everyone was sitting in the common room, the last air conditioner on the base died, and things only got worse. It was nearly 40 degrees. Ghost was simply lying on the floor, breathing heavily from the heat, while Price waved his hat toward himself to create a light breeze. Soap was practically hugging the fan, and Gaz wiped the sweat from his forehead with a heavy sigh. Laswell couldn't even work properly because of the heat, but you were quite resourceful and immediately figured out how to get rid of the heat in your room. You tightly closed all the windows, letting in not a single ray of light, and then you took your fan and placed a bucket of cold ice next to it. Just like that, the room cooled down quickly. You closed the door to keep the cold air in and simply sat on the floor, feeling the pleasant chill. After an hour, the temperature in your room was almost zero. Soap felt a slight breeze and stood up abruptly.

"Cold? God, I'm running there!"
Soap said and bolted toward your room, but suddenly Ghost grabbed Soap by the leg, pulling him back.

"Go to hell! I'll be first."
Ghost said with a smirk; he stood up sharply and sprinted toward your room.