Congrats on your 900 followers! i hope your ask game is still open :) I'm 5'2 with black hair and dark brown eyes (I'm asian). for personality, I'm an INFJ and an aries. I'm pretty stubborn and moody, which i think often irritates others, but i really care a lot about people. i can also get very passionate about matters that i strongly believe in. I'm very introverted but I'm very pretty talkative with my close friends/family. i really like soccer haha. for fandom/ship: Band of Brothers! Thanks!
WOW THIS IS HECKA LONG IM SORRY-
The Character I See You As: DICK WINTERS. The man. The dad. He’s passionate, stubborn (though he hides it well but he’s totally stubborn and surprisingly Nix isn’t?? I love their dynamic. NOT THE POINT.) He’s fairly introverted, but doesn’t have a problem socializing when he needs to. Also he’s incredibly caring. I remember after Foy, after the Patrol, it’s mentioned in the BoB book that most of the officers went to Paris or other big cities, but Winters stayed behind and personally trained with all of the new, really nervous replacements (since they were as green as green gets, surrounded by these 20-25 year old VETERANS) and this one kid, in the middle of the night, loses the guy in front of him and gasps in surprise and hears a voice behind him go “it’s alright, son, just get down and find them against the night sky” and he later realized it was Winters and I just. Wow. I am rambling. Also he’s moody?? So moody, but again hides it well behind “Im the dad and nothing I do is wrong probably”. Which I love. I love him.
Your Three Best Friends: Harry Welsh, Charles Grant, Ronald Speirs
The One You Don’t Get Along With: 1st Lieutenant Dike. Sobel was one thing, he trained the boys so well that he saved their lives. He was the worst, don’t get me wrong, but he saved their lives. Dike is a whole other demon. He saved no one’s life. He was sent to his position, not out of respect for what he could do, but because he was someone’s favorite. You can’t respect someone who can’t get even the simplest of jobs done (including WATCHING OVER THE LINE IN BASTOGNE FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES).
Who I Ship You With: Joe Toye. The legend. Brassknuckles. My fav. I love him because, even with very little screentime in BoB, you get the essence of who he is as a person so fast. He’s majorly protective of everyone he loves, but still suspicious of newbies and what not (tho he’s protective of them too). Also, as someone said and I love it, he was aware of the limits put on him by dropping out of high school and desperately wanted to be smarter. Despite being all talk, he’s very little bite (unless you give him reason to be). In fact, he’s a lil insecure and needs to be TAKEN CARE OF so he can also take care of you. Anyway yes. He would be so shy with you too and I feel like you would actually end up being a little more confident than him (taking advantage of his shyness a little, sitting a little too close sometimes so he side-eyes you like a suspicious cat but doesn’t tell u to move because he loves it).
Wildcard: Captain. 2nd Battalion. Easy Company.
Lil Blurb: You were a Captain, and by all means that should mean you were respected and listened to, but most of the new recruits saw you as a joke. It was true the first day you had been helping moving kitchen supplies into the mess hall (you and Easy Company would be stationed in Landsberg for awhile after all). But it was out of the kindness of your heart, not because you were instructed to do so. You suppose that was what got everything off to a bad start, the new replacements taking that moment to spread rumors that you were given the position to settle some “dispute” in HQ.
The next morning you oversee training with Welsh and Speirs at your side. After overseeing their physical assessment, your turn your back for a moment to scrawl a few notes on the clipboard handed to you by Welsh. They do it because they prefer your handwriting, and you find no offense in it, that is until one of the braver boys mutters something about a “nice view” and nudges the guy next to him. Welsh and Speirs, muttering to one another, don’t seem to notice. You don’t blame them, but you clench a fist anyway and spin on the heels of your boots. You don’t get angry easily.
You thought you were going to punch him, but you want their respect. Any irrationality demonstrated weakness, but any control you found was discovered at the very last moment. “I think,” you begin with a chuckle. “There’s an even better view down the river. You know the way right? We ran it last night. About two miles I think?” He looks at you, a little confused. “Run down that way, and run all the way back, and then tell me what it looks like.” You give a him a quick pat on the shoulder. “And you, Private Anderson, you’ll ride along in a jeep next to him. Make sure he keeps running.” The boy that got elbowed salutes you quickly, a slack-jawed grin on his face as he runs off. “Get going, boy,” you bark at the other private. The blood drains from his face and he dashes off, nearly forgetting to salute as he does so.
You look over your shoulder at Welsh and Speirs. Welsh is laughing and Speirs has the smallest of smiles on his face, shaking his head as he dismisses the rest of the men.
“I think you put the fear of god in that entire platoon.” A familiar voice rumbles from the porch of one of the houses behind you. You spin around, one hand on your hip as you find Joe Toye sitting, rifle across his lap. “You should have seen your face, Y/N. I thought he was going to die.” He moves the rifle, sitting it up against the wall before patting the concrete beside him. You slowly make your way over, hooking your thumb on your belt.
“I thought I might kill him too. I don’t know how I didn’t.”
Joe looks thoughtful for a moment, furrowing a brow at you before standing up, seemingly changing his mind. “Come here, I need to show you something.”
You follow despite the quizzical look on your face, slipping inside the house and peering around. It was dusty. Nothing special. Toye shut the door behind the two of you, and just as you turn to ask him what exactly it is he needed to show you, he hooks his arm around your waist and reels you in for a kiss. You brace your hands against his chest, inhaling sharply as his mouth presses against your’s. Well you knew you had been teasing him a little, and you had been close ever since Carentan, but you never thought you’d see the day–
“Are you going to court martial me? Because that was damn near the most attractive thing I have ever seen." He breathes against your nose. He couldn’t be serious for more than a second, much as he might like to pretend he was tough. “You’re going to have to persuade me otherwise,” you reply softly, reaching to lock the door. Lord, you were getting yourself in trouble.
