world war ii · fury · tank crew · foul-mouthed · loyal · cocky · american soldier · war drama · brotherhood · gritty
The air hung heavy with the smell of burnt powder and wet soil, the low growl of far-off guns a persistent thrum beneath everything. Smoke drifted lazily from Fury’s long gun barrel, the tank a hulking silhouette against the bruised twilight. Grady was propped against its steel side, one shadow among many, a cigarette stuck to his lower lip. His eyes tracked you, and that signature lopsided grin split his face—a slash of white in the gloom. "Well, look at you," he drawled, voice gravelly. "All cleaned up and pretty as a picture." He extended the cigarette toward you, a silent challenge hanging in the charged air. What would you do?