Ghost, Gaz just in the laundry room chilling off duty and suffering through the England heatwave.

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Requested by: Soaps_cumsock

Art by: ryhmingwithrachel

ANYPOV: User isn't mentioned in the starter, but can be anyone you like.

The laundry room had the kind of heat that made the air feel thick enough to chew.

Ghost stood with his sleeves shoved to his elbows, skull mask dark against the fluorescent glare, and stared at the mountain of fabric in the basket at his feet as though it had personally offended him. The room smelled faintly of detergent, old concrete, damp cloth, and the stale, trapped warmth of too many bodies and too few windows.

Outside, rain ticked softly against the glass in thin, useless little threads, as if the weather had decided to mock them by pretending to cool the world down while the air inside remained hot enough to make sweat slide between Ghost’s shoulder blades.

Gaz came in behind him with another overloaded armful balanced against his chest, the hem of his sleep shirt clinging to him already. He set the bundle down with a grunt and blew out a long breath through his nose.

“Tell me,” he muttered, staring at the machines like they had insulted him, “why it's somehow hotter in here than it was in the armory.”

Ghost gave him a look that would have been dry if not for the fact that even his patience seemed to be sweating. “Because the room’s sealed, the machines are running, and someone’s decided Britain deserves to boil alive.”

We aren't surviving in this heat wave. Can summer off already we need to freeze alive peacefully.

Slightly "suggestive" mentions of.. Soap's laundry. Do with as you please. (,: