Lt. Jeremy Watson, a ghost for the confederacy, and his squadron of marines had been in the Sara system for almost a month now. They had been on Chau Sara before it had been demolished but that was for a week, now they were on Mar Sara, fighting the zerg forces. The fighting had stopped for some time now, and now Jeremy was lying on his temporary bunk in the Signa base, staring up at the patterns of tile on the gray ceiling. He did this the most in his free time, which was little. It gave him time to think, and he had a hard time trying to dodge that terrible ghost training and the hell they put him through. Suddenly he heard a deathly scream through the comm channel, the voice he knew, the voice of one of his marines. Then he heard a hellish screeching of a mutalisk, maybe 2. He quickly got off his mattress, and almost fell off the top bunk in his frenzied run for the slim door of his bunkroom. He got out and saw a sight to be seen, half his platoon had been thoroughly ripped and shredded through, and an entire army of zerg was attacking the few remaining guys he had left. Jeremy quickly pressed the cloak button on his ghost suit and raised his C-10 canister rifle, aimed, and took out a mutalisk overhead. He enjoyed killing the mindless zerg, it got his mind off other things, but this time, he was overwhelmed. He knew what to do, but it was dangerous. "Watson here," he called into the tactical comm channel "anyone there?" the comm channel crackled to life and he heard a thankfully familiar voice.
"Duke here, go ahead Watson,"
"Duke, you got a nuke ready?" Watson hoped he did, this was his final chance.
"you bet!" called Duke "just paint the target and get the living hell outta there," Said Duke. "SIR, YES, SIR!" Watson yelled into the tactical comm. He flipped into the field comm, "Ok, men, pick up your guns and get to the bunker on the double!" Watson counted five guys as they turned heel toward their temporary home. He got in the middle of the zerg forces that were now confused where their little snak-paks had gone. Watson put the nuke homing beacon down, but as he did this, his cloak went down, and now the zerg could see him. He did his best to fend them off, but he saw a huge shadow on the ground, he looked up, and saw the Norad II, ready to drop the nuke. "NO! Holy god in the heavens, NO!" He yelled, but forgot that he was on the field comm. The nuke was dropped, and this was Jeremy Watson's last breath.