Old Ironsides: US Tank Commander Male Reader x 'Mini' Crossover

Chapter 1

(A/N: Spare me if I get things very wrong! Please? Thank you!)

(F/N's POV)

--Small Backstory--

I am F/N Arc, the older brother of Jaune Arc, and the only child to be serving in the US military. The branch that I serve in is the US Army, and I am in the 1st Battalion, 35th Armor Regiment from the 2nd Armored Brigade Combat Team of the 1st Armored Division, AKA 'Old Ironsides'. If you don't know who they are, let me summarize for you. The 1st Armored Division—nicknamed "Old Ironsides"—is a combined arms division of the United States Army. The division is part of III Corps, with its base of operations in Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas. It was the first armored division of the U.S. Army to see battle in World War II. Besides that, I joined the army after graduating from Gwinnett Technical College. I went to Fort Benning, Georgia for some basic training before training with armored vehicles. Luckily for me, I managed to get myself into the commander role of a tank. Also, that's where I met my crew: Tyson Clark (Driver), Lucy Adel (Loader) and Rush Badger (Gunner). I have to admit; I was expecting them to be slow at first. However, I was proven wrong because they are well disciplined and very efficient. Tyson is a great driver, Lucy is a fast loader and Rush... Ooh Rush... He's an excellent gunner! I mean, he doesn't miss, both stationary and on the move. Anyway, after we trained in Fort Benning for a few months, we got transferred to Fort Bliss, Texas to receive advanced training. Also, that's where we were put under the 1st Armored Division, 'Old Ironsides'. That's where we received our own tank, which is the improved M1A2 Abrams MBT. We named our tank, Second Amendment, because, "'Murica fuck yeah." The training there was intense, like we're inside of a 68 ton metal box for several hours and it's almost a hundred degrees outside. Obviously, the M1A2 has an A/C system, but it's not for the crew, it's for the fucking equipment! So we're just sweating our asses off while doing some maneuvering exercises. Gosh... I fucking hate the hot weather sometimes...

--Present--

Finally, nine months of brutal training has finished, we can have a break for once. Though I have to admit, the training has strengthened our bodies and mentality. Also, we got promoted as well! I'm a Staff Sargent, Rush and Lucy are Corporals, while Tyson is a Sargent. Besides that, we can go back to Georgia to spend time with our families. Anyway, we just landed at Hartsfield Jackson Airport in Atlanta, Georgia. The crew and I are in our casual uniform, waiting to be picked up by our friends or family.

Lucy: So guys... Who's picking you up?

Tyson: My brother...

Rush: My dad...

Me: My girlfriend...

Tyson: Ooh! *Looks at me* Commander gonna git sum!

Me: *Rolls eyes then shakes head* Oh my god, Tyson... I swear to god...

Tyson: What? Hahaha!

Me: Whatever... *Looks at Lucy* Who's picking you up?

Lucy: My younger sister, Coco!