#sam troy

[benevolenterrancy]

@planningconquest (whom i cannot tag because tumblr hates me) wanted troy getting a break and eating baklava

[peppymint1986]

Can someone please tell my brain to turn off. Or at least get in gear and finish my current multi-chapter story. You know, the one I have not updated in months.

I do not need to start writing for a new fandom. I most definitely do not need a story where Sam Troy from Rat patrol is secretly Odysseus who was made immortal through some mysterious means. I blame the creators of this song who gave me the idea.

[corporal-p-newkirk]

Ten characters from Ten different shows that my family says I'm like + A few words of their description of the character

If this proves anything it proves that I'm crazy

10. Arthur Dietrich - Barney Miller - My Mother + Smart and calm

You know, my mom says I spout off information like him

9. Danny Williams - Hawaii Five 0 - My father - Brave and a stand up guy

For some reason my father feels this one is too obvious for him to explain.

8. Jack Moffitt and Sam Troy - The Rat Patrol - Friend 1 - Leads, gay, good bois

Yes they broke my rules but they feel like they can't have one without the other, because they both lead the team.

7. Inspector Japp - Poirot - My sister - Annoying but means well

I was told this is once again obvious to everyone.

6. BJ Hunnicutt - M*A*S*H - My therapy group - Dad™

Well they do all call me dad....

5. Murdoch - The A Team - The Lead Barista - Wild card

....You know she ain't wrong...

4. Dr. Jack Morrison - St Elsewhere - Friend 2 - Caring and Kind

She said it was a toss up between Samuels and Morrison and I feel those two are on very different sides of the spectrum.

3. Bones - Star trek TOS - My brother - realistic and sarcastic

My brother would like to inform you that I do say I'm a doctor not a ____ alot.

2. Patch - Days of our life - Friend 3 - Goofy and Sweet

I love my friend but I get more compared to John.....

1. Louis Lebeau - Hogan's heroes - My Boyfriend - Short™

He looked me in my stupid fucking face said “HAHA, YOUR BOTH SHORT„

[general-sleepy]

Troy and Moffitt over the course of the first episode go from Troy being like, "I don't know you, I don't trust you, I'm not taking my eyes off of you," to "I trust you with my life, stay with me, of course I'll have a threeway with you."

[lookashiny]

[undercovercowgirl]

The Kill or be Killed Raid art poster

[peppymint1986]

Thanks to graveyardnuggets who not only inspired this series but also reminded me that rough drafts do not magically type and edit themselves

Out of Uniform

“Are you certain you don’t want me to track down that dancer for you?” Felix teased his friend.  “I am certain I could get her name.”

Hans half-glared back before taking another sip of his beer.  “Nein.”  

“Fine, fine,” Felix laughed.  “But you can’t blame me for trying.  The way you kept glancing at her.”  It would do his friend good to relax for a while.  The war would still be waiting tomorrow.  

While Captain Dietrich did not begrudge his men their distractions while off duty, he felt it was inappropriate to engage in an intimate relationship while he served on the battlefields.  Not just for reasons of honor but also good sense.  That didn’t mean he could not look though.

He glanced at the side door the woman had disappeared through; and the dancer had been compelling.  With the high neckline and full length gloves her outfit could not have been described as immodest.  But at the same time, the form fitting cut of the dress and sheerness of the fabric had left absolutely nothing to the imagination.  

She had been graceful as well.  The lacey black fan a tease as she peered over it with pale blue eyes that the smokey eyeshadow had only made more striking.  Curly black hair cascading down her neck and over her shoulders.  

Swirling the golden liquid, Hans raised his glass before taking another drink.  Those eyes.  Suddenly, it hit him and he choked, spewing the beer across the table.  Immediately he shot to his feet, ignoring his friend’s grumbling as Felix tried to brush off his wet shirt.  

“Troy!”

“What?”

“That was Sergeant Troy!”  Almost in response to his thoughts came the sound of a large explosion.  Dietrich cursed, yanking his luger from its holder as he bolted outside.  There he was treated to the unforgetable sight of Sergeant Sam Troy.  Dress hiked up to her thighs as she ran barefoot across the hot sand.  

“Troy!”  Hans attempted to line up a shot only to leap backwards as one of those accursed jeeps roared onto the scene, spitting bullets.  A jolt of fear going through him as Felix appeared in the open doorway.  Scrambling over, Hans managed to yank his friend into cover in the nick of time, the frame disintegrating in a hail of splinters.  “Stay down!” he snapped.  

Glancing back, Dietrich was unsurprised to see Troy swing up into her usual position on the second jeep.  Her fifty caliber adding to the chaos as he desperately tried to pretend he had not caught a glimpse of her undergarments.  

A few minutes later it was all over.  The Rat Patrol disappearing in a cloud of dust.  The scene of destruction was all too familiar to anyone who dealt with the Rat Patrol.  His eyes flicked to the left, giving his friend a concerned once over as Felix staggered up to him.  

“That was Sergeant Troy?”  Felix asked in disbelief.

“Ja.”

His friend still appeared baffled.  “Sergeant Troy?”

Now it was Dietrich who was puzzled.  “Surely you knew the Sergeant was a woman.”  He had been stunned the first time he had met his nemesis face to face.  But that had been a long time ago.  Nowadays it was common knowledge among the soldiers of the Afrika Corps.

“Well yes.  But,” Felix seemed to be struggling for words.  “I wasn’t expecting,” somewhat helplessly his hands came up, tracing a feminine figure.  Far from the hulking broad shouldered he-woman he had imagined.  

“Ah,” Hans clicked his tongue, looking woefully in the direction his foes had made their escape.  “I am never going to get that image out of my head,” he bemoaned.  The Captain could only hope the memory of Sergeant Troy all dressed up would not serve as too much of a distraction in future encounters.  

As someone who wears a uniform at work it is amazing how different your co-workers look without it.  I am quite certain with my hair out of a practical style with a nice dress and full makeup it would take them awhile to recognize me.  Especially if I did not speak to them.  

[benevolenterrancy]

 “So where’d you get that hat?” Carter asked, and Dietrich blinked a few times. They were walking around the camp, getting the ‘penny tour’ and so far he’d been keeping his answers short and to the point.

 “The hat?” He never knew where Sergeant Troy had gotten it, but he’d gotten it from the mocking Gestapo agent who’d retrieved it from an unconscious Troy. They’d jammed it on his head, and he’d made sure to keep with him since Africa. It had significant value to Sergeant Troy, and Dietrich intended to survive until he could return it. “I won it in a poker game.”

fanart for the Hogan’s Heroes / Rat Patrol fic “The Sheeps Clothing Raid” which is such an honest delight! as requested by @planningconquest