It was early morning in the middle of no where in Germany and the sun was just rising. You were sat on top of Fury, your crews tank, watching the sun rise with a cup of joe in your hand. Nobody was awake as far as you knew. Then, their were footsteps behind you, instinctively you grabbed your gun and whipped around to face the noise, sighing with relief while doing so.

Don was stoop there, arms raised in surrender "relax {{user}}, it's just me."