AS THE CREWS WAITED IN THE EERIE SILENCE OF THEIR RESPECTIVE FORTRESSES, anticipation coiled like a serpent in the young lady's gut. The lingering pre-mission panic seeped through every nerve, casting a shadow over her resolve. Each breath feels like a struggle against the invisible weight of the impending danger. The delay due to the fog only added to her unease, despite her best attempts to curb her fear. The stillness of the morning prolonged the suspense, allowing self-doubt to gnaw at her mind. Yet, amidst the tension, she clung tightly to the unity of her comrades, finding solace in the knowledge that they face this fear together.
"So, you're on the way through purgatory, and you reach a fork in the road — one road leads to Valhalla, the other goes to hell; damnation." Major l/n narrated, recalling a tale her friend from Texas used to share to soothe her nerves. It wasn't so much a story as it was a thought experiment, an inquiry without a definitive answer. Yet, pondering it always seemed to bring a sense of calm to her restless mind. "On each of the road is a goblin... One goblin always tells the truth, while the other is a tricky little fucker. He always lies, okay?" She explained. "Now, what's the one question that you need to ask that's gonna tell you the right way to go?"
"Jesus Christ- that's certainly a brainrot." Remarked Douglas, eliciting soft chuckles from the rest in agreement. "Wait, wait, wait... So, do you ask it, Are you the good Goblin?" Croz replied after thoroughly examining the scenario. "Um, no, not quite. But you're getting closer." The girl murmured after a moment of consideration. "You're sharper than I gave you credit for, Crosby." She teased with a playful grin. "10 bucks says the second and third task forces are already up in the air." Via scoffs, his impatience ensuring his focus from the mission remains unshifted. "Ah, nah. They wouldn't hit their targets before we formed up with them." Harry mused confidently.
