Author's Note
Hello! Morning from Shampoo with the first chapter tidbit for a Fury fanfic.
I hope you will enjoy reading it and as a fan of the movie and the characters, I hope they are in character or as much as I can get them to be;;
After watching the movie a few times I could figure out a few things about them but that is just me and I saw alot of ships happening but war does that. It creates/makes you trust and make your own family during war.
With that Fury being a historical story I had to research it and I had already been interested in wwII so it isn't hard except for dates and planning out plots for these characters... Oh man they can be hard to write for at times. So please read, enjoy, and review!
P.S. School is starting up again from my spring break so I may be late in updating. 3
Enjoy ~ 3
• 1939 - East Africa - United States and British Forces Territory
The treacherous sun hammered down onto the sandy wasteland below. In a shaky combat aid truck a man of twenty six named Don Collier stared out of the open truck at the limited landscape around him as he waited on the stiff bench seat to be delivered to his new position that the army assigned him. He knew that the army didn't want him but even if it wasn't official yet there was a war going on and they needed everyone that was crazy enough to fight. No matter how they did on the physic test. He had aced everything else on the damn thing but whoever the commander was running it
faked his results so that he could pass.
In the army they needed someone like him. During a war 'monsters' quickly rose the ranks faster than anyone. Don had quickly acquired the rank of Staff Sergeant through a happy twist of fate of someone's death. The dead was of a sergeant who was helping the Brits to defend Africa from Italian and German troops trying to invade and seize control. Blown up with his gunner in his tank during a sudden raid for being a total putts and acting selfishly. Basically being a dick.
Don thought it was a good chance to take a nap before he had to keep one eye open in enemy territory but it didn't last long as his nap was rudely cut short and interrupted by the truck halting-jerking to a stop. Don snapped— more like was slapped awake. He turned to look out of the truck to see an even younger Staff Sergeant with papers and quickly give Don the orders to report to Team Fury. It took a while to find the tank in question but he found it with three men of mixed races and most of them young men but one who appeared to be older than he was. Which seemed odd seeing him still a Private- and an Assistant Driver. The three men stood stiffly but without any respect to their new commander. Grady was the first to speak.
"Who are you?!" He growled but the older male stepped in front of him pushing him back.
"Sorry about him, Sir. We're Fury. Or what is left of her." He explained calmly trying to keep the peace. Grady stepped forward again.
"Yeah! Cause our last Sergeant was such a peach!" He stated again coldly. Don just eyed him not turning his face at all and kept it facing toward the older private.
"I don't expect a warm welcome from what you've went through." Don replied in a neutral tone but there was no emotion behind it. It was almost cold. He didn't want to grow attached to this team or anyone. It had been one of his rules even before joining the army because it wasn't worth it. Grady stepped in front of Red.
"Ya got that right! ...Sir." Grady stated in the same harsh tone but added rank just in case their new commander took offense. The shorter male who was mexican had grabbed Grady's arm and pulled him back again. Red chucked softly.
"Our last Sergeant...and gunner weren't really…-" Red started to explain but was interrupted by Don.
"Was a dick. You don't have to talk nice here. All I care about is staying alive. and fighting the fucking krauts. I can't do that by myself. So lets stick with first names." Don said in a very familiar ordering tone. Red smiled before holding out a hand out to Don.
"So you've heard..heh well… I'm Red and this is Grady Travis, and Trini-"
"Call me Gordo!" Gordo interrupted looking passed Grady's shoulder to correct Red.
"Gordo Garcia." Red finished just as Don shook his hand.
"Don Collier." Don replied finally showing something like a smile. Even if it was a twitch on the side of his mouth it still counted as one. Their hands separated after a while and Don left them standing there watching him leave.
"What he doin'?" Grady shouted acting like a guard dog set off. This time it took Red and Gordo to hold him back.
"Calm down. Grady! Give him a chance." Red cooled smiling warmly. Grady just glared at him pulling away from them both roughly.
"I will. When I see it!" Grady growled back turning away from them. The other two looked confused.
"See what?" Gordo asked raising his eyebrow holding his hands up more confused than Red.
"That the army didn't screw with us again!" Grady explained coldly. "I gotta piss." He walked off in a huff.
Red signed covering his face with his hand before running it through his salty hair. Gordo tried weakly to stop Grady but thought against it and just turned to go into the opposite direction annoyed with the loader.
Don made his way to the cafeteria or what the base made of it. He grabbed a can of something that resembled chicken noodle soup. Loud chatter from the other tables mixed with the sound of rushing wind. It was nearly impossible to keep sand out of the tents so everyone tried to get used to seeing in places they thought were believed to be safe. Don found a seat at one of the pop up tables with a few other officers. He didn't initiate any conversation but kept to himself and listened in the gossip going around.
He quickly learned what he heard about Fury and it's dead team members to be down right fools and were only fighting for themselves and for rank to be correct. They had been a righteous Father-Son team who didn't know anything about operating a tank or commanding men. Don also learned that everyone pitied Fury for being ran by total outkasts of the entire platoon or whole army being sent here to just have that bad luck so early in the game.
Don had enough and quickly stood up loudly causing the large tent to grow quiet and stare into his direction. Don didn't make any eye contact and walked proudly out of the tent. After he had disappeared out of the tent Don could hear voices, now a murmur of men gossiping about him- the new Sergeant shipped in and he knew he had a history of being out of control and for thinking crazy or how he liked to call it a wild thinker. He never thought such news would travel that fast but it seemed that the platoon knew about him even before he arrived. This didn't phase him at all, however it did make a smile grow on his face- actually a grin thinking he liked his team better now that he knew that they weren't just some army brats.
Don made his way slowly back to the tank trying to calm down from his outburst from earlier. When he stepped in range of the tank being in his sights he saw that the three men had not left it like the others to sleep in tents. Don thought that was something that they had in common. Staying with the tank which will quickly turn into their home sooner rather than later was a good idea.. He had paused to watch them heat up coffee and share rations with each other. Don knew he was entering a tight operation but didn't realize how tight. Well nothing like the present to invade like the Germans. This made him snort a little at the idea which caught the attention of the other three members of Fury.
Don stepped closer to their camp. Holding up a hand as to say Hi.
"Finally? Didn't expect you to come back." Grady growled in his usual tone. Red glared at him to hush up.
"How was the Food tent, Si-Don?" Red questioned not used to using first names. Don shrugged sitting on the ground in between them grabbing a cup of coffee. Don had stole a cup for himself and some rations as well. Don sipped his coffee not paying attention to the stares he got and waited until he pulled his cup away from his mouth to toss an entire bag full of smokes and other goodies he had acquired. This caused everyone's eyebrows to knot or raise.
"Is this a bribe, Serg?" Gordo spoke in a cold tone this time as Grady inspected the bag's contents and took out a pack of smokes before tossing the bag on the ground again in disgust.
"Peace offering." Don stated matter of fact twitching his hand slightly in a small wave acting coy. The three turned to look at each other before turning their attentions back to their new Sergeant. The air still heavy but Don played it off as if there had been a joke.
"It's a start." Grady finally answered after a long silence lighting up a cig and looking over it at Don Collier. Don held his gaze unwavering to the silent threat.
"Sir. We sleep in the tank. You don-" Red started but Don stopped him standing up and patting his pant legs.
"Good. I'll go first. Good Night boys." Don stated surprising everyone further that their new Sergeant wasn't like anyone they had before.
"Good...Night" The three of them answered subconsciously
"What the heck?" Grady said turning to the other two. Red looked at him first.
"See. Give him a chance." Red cooled leaning forward to whisper at him.
"That's still up to him!" Grady curled up turning away pouting under his jacket for a blanket.
"Good Night Grady, Gordo. Get some sleep alright?"
They both grumbled at Red but after an hour of a few smokes and a cup of coffee they entered the tank to get some shut eye.
