There was no sugarcoating this - Kaz did not look good.
Sweat pouring down his flushed red face, blonde clumps of hair sticking to his forehead, sweat stains growing under his arms and chest and thighs and just about everywhere skin touched skin as he heaves through their trek to society after the trusty Hummer broke down in the middle of the jungle.
It was a stark contrast to John who strides cooly as he lights another cigar, 95 Fahrenheit feeling more like 105 between the humidity and ass sweat - but John didn't care; so long as he got to say, "You think all the alcohol in that tequila evaporated off with this heat?"
Metal Gear, Big Boss & Kazuhira Miller
There was no sugarcoating this - Kaz did not look good.
Sweat pouring down his flushed red face, blonde clumps of hair sticking to his forehead, sweat stains growing under his arms and chest and thighs and just about everywhere skin touched skin as he heaves through their trek to society after the trusty Hummer broke down in the middle of the jungle.
It was a stark contrast to John who strides cooly as he lights another cigar, 95 Fahrenheit feeling more like 105 between the humidity and ass sweat - but John didn't care; so long as he got to say, "You think all the alcohol in that tequila evaporated off with this heat?"