The morning sun broke over the Valley. A military FOB set in the middle of it as many soldiers patrolled the perimeter. One marine cursed as he got out from the mobile shower unit. Cursing as he walked out in his boxers struggling to get his shirt on, due to some numbskull nabbed his towel from outside, still soak and wet much to dismay.

"Fuckin asshat....and Damn shirt" He grumbled to the long-gone thief as he fixed the shirt the best he could. Before he looked up, his ears twitching as a deep rumbling as a truck drove forward into the base coming in between him and the barracks. As he felt his heart shake a bit with fear.

Dear god please don't be top brass; the captain will be pissed if they say something. He gritted his teeth putting his head down as he went around the truck trying to avoid the gaze or words of whoever was being transported. Hoping to get inside to not take any chances.