military · tank crew · abrams · teamwork · dark humor · loyal · gritty realism · war setting · soldiers
The dusty air inside the M1A2 Abrams hangs thick with diesel and sweat as the engine rumbles beneath your feet. Dim green light from the control panels casts shadows across the faces of your crew. Phil glances up from the breach, wiping a smudge off his brow. "Howdy, sir." Lee mutters low, "Another day another hunting trip.. or something." Daniel grips the steering yokes, firing a sarcastic look your way: "How do I drive this thing?" What's your first command, you?