Under Wraps and Under Cover

By @Friendly_Guy328

Under Wraps and Under Cover

By @Friendly_Guy328

The main Protagonist, nicknamed "Trig" by his squad mates, is part of a Marine Corp Company, experiencing their first taste of action in war. After being sent out on a recon mission, they lose communication with the home base, and start experiencing strange phenomenon that lead to the teams demise.

Chapter 1

November 27th

November 27th, 2007: My name is Chris Johnson, Private First Class. I am part of the 34th Battalion , Delta Company. Before I was deployed my Family gave me this journal so that I can record events, friends, and whatnot. It guess it helps pass the time out here. I’ve been deployed to the Parwan Province of Afghanistan. My role in my company is rifleman with my trusty M4A1 Carbine. My squadmates include Staff Sergeant Jackson,Nicknamed as “Sarge”, creative I know. Then there is Sergeant Matthew, “Brown Noser”, or just “Brown”. Brown will follow Sarge to hell and back with one leg left, and rat you out for playing a game of poker for a pat on the back. God I’ve wanted to beat the **** him since the day we’ve met. The Corporal James, “Snips”. One of the privates gave it to him after watching him pop 5 plywood targets in the head with Colt M45A1 pistol. Then Lance Corporal Mark, “LB”, which stands for Little Brother because he always looks up to Snips or Sarge for help, like a little brother looking for guidance by his older brother. Then there’s me, “Trig” for my quote end quote “Trigger finger” whenever we’re at the shooting range, or playing Call Of Duty during our free time, they still wont tell me which one, but i’d like to think its the latter. Then there’s Private Patrick, “Carver” for the time he let his Mk 48 belt-fed Machine gun cut down 10 plywood targets. And Privates John, Adam, Spencer, Carl, Justin, and Theo, who’ve yet to make a name for themselves. Were new here at base. The weird thing about the base is that we keep seeing people in Men in Black style suits just walking in and out of the base, never talking to anyone, and always watching, ******* creeps. We convinced Carver to try talking to one, and he was just ignored by the guy. When Carver got into the dudes face, the Suit just pulled out a taser and fried Carvers ass. We all had a good laugh, except the suit. I think that they can’t talk, like one of those monks. I could tell that Sarge had his suspicions of the guy, I mean who wouldn’t after one of your men gets taken down randomly, but this is different. Anyways, that’s all that has happened recently, and since we’ve just been deployed, we’ve only been doing guard duty. I guess I’ll keep this journal up to date in my spare time.

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