[b][color=00a651]"Nah, it's alright, I always liked having hard public when I played..."[/color][/b] he then raises and lowers his eyebrows in a quick motion, looking at Belasý with a chuckle, his bushy and big eyebrows making him look the exact opposite of what you would expect, resulting in a comedic-toned glance that was done to try and set the mood to a relaxed one again. Óscar never liked stress, in fact, he used to live pretty calmed and without a care...until the powers and all of that.

He started to pat his own knees, moving his head side to side as he seemingly tried to remember a song, looking around [color=00a651][b]"So...anyone here has fear of heights? Because I kinda do..."[/b][/color] the Spaniard says, smiling softly and putting his hands on the back of his head, sighing in relief as he feels once again the soft movement of the truck over the paved road of the base, nodding. [b][color=00a651]"Anyways, do you [i]"chicos"[/i] mind if I sing while in the plane? I tend to do it when I'm nervous, you know, helps me...calm down...?"[/color][/b] the tone wasn't quite affirmative, almost as if he was questioning his own phrases, biting his lower lip.

They were doing it. Holy shit, they were going to jump into France. He didn't think all of this was actually going to happen, he thought it would last for like, months or years until they did. He just realized, there was no way out of this, he was risking his own life and...for what? The Axis was allied with Spain and, well, would it even matter if they won? His parents were already dead, the country was divided and many people died, did it even have any sense to do it at this point?

Óscar buried his face in his hands, trying to look as less suspicious as possible, hunching over his seat to do that exact move as he gently taps Kazia's foot, who was in front of him. He didn't look up, his face covered by his hands as he started to whistle a tune, trying to make himself calm down as well as trying to keep up that "macho" attitude that the mission was expecting off of each and everyone of the guys that formed the crew.