Óscar turned around as he heard Maria, raising an eyebrow before he lifted a finger to ask her something, quickly lowering it to rub his beard
"Hmm...gold could be useful..." he says, nodding and chuckling to himself before turning to the Asian lass and giving her a wave, walking towards her
"I better get to know everyone around here..." he thought, his pompadour being caressed by the cold wind of that night as he pulled up his baggy pants slightly, to give the impression of a more "formal" man, even though he wasn't even remotely near that, very rarely actually caring about things and more than likely forgetting about important things...or just not doing it due to him being obnoxiously lazy sometimes.
"Pretty weird to see an eastern "chica" around here..." he says while standing in front of the Chinese woman
"I mean, got nothin' against that obviously, it's just "curioso"..." Óscar then crosses his arms, turning his head in order to see the British male and the small Russian woman, using one of his hands to scratch his full beard before shrugging: He thought that the group was not bad, but the various nationalities were the problem, maybe not everyone had the same social agendas or mannerisms, which would either lower the morale if things went south or boost it if everyone took part on interesting chats about each other's cultures.
He pulled his hoodie up, watching as the french male inside the truck started to yell, turning to him slightly
"Kinda hungry if I'm honest!" he yells at him, one hand patting his stomach as he winks at him, clearly an attempt at making some progress on the group's feel of companionship and overall moral strength. He didn't actually think it was THAT bad, his firsts thoughts before the french male's attempt to calm him down were pretty normal, he thought: Parachuting into nazi territory would get everyone nervous, right? Anyhow, they had some equipment and, fucking hell, superpowers! Although he knew what he had to do, the feeling of regret about those who he killed back in France were haunting him, they were Nazis of course, but they had a family.
The Spanish man instinctively ran a hand across his neck, his eyes darting around the group as he felt their eyes watching him as if they were accusing him of being a murderer even before getting into the program. Being trained now wasn't a relief either, he just thought he was even more capable of killing, but also on defending himself and his allies, which was what Óscar always liked doing. To be honest, he never took part in any kind of violence, he always tried to achieve a peaceful resolve to his disputes with other kids or people...which more than likely resulted in him getting beaten. But that night in France changed everything, something woke up inside of him, and he knew this, that's why he was scared of going back there, because of what might happen.
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