USCMRPG

Petrova gaped at his CO. Quarintine Zone? Had some disease spread?

"Sir? Are we going back now?"



He was scared. Sergeant said something about MIAs and the half japanese guy said something about 'cockroaches'.

"We'd better get the hell out fast!"

"All right marines. I say that we should split into fire teams, or something like it..." Petrova said. He was a Lance Corporal now, meaning that he outranked Ward.

Petrova looked at his surroundings, looking for things that were out of place.

Petrova stood at the ready, waiting for contact. He was new, therefore no one knew him. His smartgun was in firing position.