The bearded spic was lying on a bed, not doing much, his eyes closed as he seemed to be sleeping just before moving one of his hands to the comic he had on the side of his jacket, closing it and crossing his arms once again, staring onto the bed above him. He did not like this place, not even a little. It was like a summer camp, but with not so many activities and more yelling, way more yelling. Training? Why does a guy like him need training? He already survived the catastrophe of the Westminster League, what the hell did he need to train at?

Besides, some of his old partners were in the group, at least the siblings. He didn't like the sister, not even one bit: Why did she dislike powers? They are awesome if used appropriately, even if they are used for whatever reason you want to use them, they are fun and cool as hell. He stood up slowly, not really paying attention to anything that was going on, nor the visitor as he started to mumble a song, it was heard coming from his own spot, moving his hips side to side as he tried to accommodate to the rhythm of the music itself [url=https://youtu.be/fhyhP_5VfKM?t=30][i]"Paradapa, pa, parapa, paradapapapapa parapa[/i]..."[/url]

He saw Captain [i]"Esteves"[/i] come into the room, putting his jacket onto the bed and rolling his eyes, giving his back to the man that "saved his life" by giving him a chance at redemption and defeating the Axis, again. Goddamnit, how many Nazis did he kill while going solo? More than all of the group altogether, that I'm sure of. Anyhow, Óscar heard the Captain called them to get their PT gear to make a run to Currahee, like any other time. But that time, that time was different. He didn't know what was it, but he felt something was off with the Captain, giving him a lazy salute before going behind "The Kid", AKA Izkry, tapping him on the shoulder. 
[color=00a651]"Hey, [i]amigo[/i], is this a routine thing or...you know, the [i]capitán[/i] seems a bit off."[/color]