“Tropic regions always seem to hate me anyways.” The ambience of the flora-dense atmosphere is suffocating, creating a steamy and hot effect bound to do “Saint” in. It doesn’t necessarily help that he’s wearing level three body armour along side a pocket dimensions worth of ordinance, food, and their… well, ‘makeshift tent’ inside his surprisingly small bag. ‘Fuck..’ His voice whispers, kept low out