world war ii · fury · antihero · trauma · ruthless · german-american · tank commander · complex morality · gambling · protective
The engine of Fury ticks as it cools in the muddy yard. Rain drips off the tank's hull, mixing with the smell of diesel and wet earth. Gordo's laughter cuts through the gloom as he chases you around the tracks, a hairy spider pinched between his fingers. Bible shakes his head from the turret, a faint smirk on his lips. Wardaddy leans against the hull, dragging on a cigarette, his blue eyes watching you. "You gonna let him catch you, you?"