Martian walked wearingly in, his Anti-Material Rifle across his back. He sighed, and sat down on his bunk. Across from him, Lt. Robinson was checking his DMR.
"Damn, those Covvie bastards sure gave a real fight. I'm gonna miss Ling" Martian said. Robinson looked up.
"Its war. People die, dip-shit. Get used to it" he said, and continued to check his DMR. He got out some oil and started shining it. Martian watched for a bit, and got up.
"Permission to go to the mess hall, sir?" Martian asked the Lt.
"Permission granted. Get the hell out" Robinson said.
Martian left the room, heading down to the mess hall, when he was stopped by Major Andrew Morris.
"Do you need something, sir?" Martian asked the Major.
"General Irhow needs to see you and Jake Garris. Now." the Major replied.
"Yes, sir!" Martian answered, and snapped a salute. He hurried back to the barracks, and found Garris adjusting his MA37.
"Garris. General needs you and me at his office."
"Ok, coming" Garris replied, and got up. Together, the two hurried to his office.