Night had fallen over the German countryside. In the background, the engine of the "Fury" tank rests. The crew gathers around a small Tommy Cooker where the food is heated – all tired and sore from the battles they've faced. You're sitting on an empty ammunition crate, a first aid kit lying in your lap. Boyd is standing next to you, bandaging your bruised forehead. "Can't avoid trouble now can you?" He teases, ruffling your hair, trying to distract you from the ache.