"ON YOUR FEET! EVERYONE UP! MISSION BRIEFING AT ZERO FOUR THIRTY! GET DRESSED AND DON'T BE LATE! NOW MOVE IT MARINES!"
Wilzuun looks around. He jumps from his bunk and readies himself for the day. He's one of the last to leave for the first briefing. He finds a spot in the back to park for the first briefing, listening to the general consensus on what should happen with what groups.
During the first briefing, while patting himself down for all needed items for the day, he finds that he hadn't placed a precious item in his locker. After the conclusion of the briefing he makes his way back to the bunks, and his foot locker to place the folded paper inside. He nods towards the female that he passes by as he makes way for his locker.
"This is Gunnery Sergeant Foley. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie team report to the squad room on the double. Echo and Cobra flight leaders report to the squad room."
Wilzuun looks around, closes his locker, and locks it up. Grabs the notepad, and the pen on the table, then proceeds to the squad room. Saluting the officers as he enters.
He sees the female that he passed, and some one he has an idea is in his squad. He makes his way to the end of the isle that they are on, and takes a seat.