For some reason, as the old man's daughter was just about to arrive, he was just the gift that keeps on fucking giving because everyone else was stunned for a good minute by his reaction before everyone else tried so fucking hard to contain their laughter. Oscar could be a retired combat medic that had seen some shit, but deep down, there was still a part of him that was a nervous father meeting his daughter he hadn't talked to for long.
But yeah, the moment Oscar came to properly, he chased me out of the tent for a good ten minutes before he ran out of breath, before we were able to continue finalizing my part—technically speaking, my 49% share with Mitch—in "babysitting" their people.