Claudia was groomed to be a Marine throughout school starting with being sent to a Military Boarding School in Nevada at the age of eight. Even before women were allowed within Combat Roles in the Marine corps Claudia pushed to excel in the required training fields for infantry within the corps. She graduated top of her class in highschool, able to recite the Marine Corps FM 1.22 and related subsections by wrote and was accepted on a full ride scholarship to Annapolis Naval Academy in 2008. After graduating in 2012 and attaining the rank of Second Lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps she was initially assigned as an MSG [Marine Security Guard] in the Democratic Republic of Congo. After 3 and a half years holding the post, the opportunity came down the line for Claudia to take command of a potential combat ready unit. She lept at the chance. After completing a new set of AIT's Claudia was redeployed as a Platoon Commander of a Rifle Platoon in the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Forces, 2nd Ground Forces Command Marine Expeditionary Unit. Upon completion of the training and being assigned her new post Claudia was promoted to First Lieutenant due to her continued high marks in training. Many Lieutenants may chafe over being placed in charge of a Rifle Platoon, the most basic component of the Marine Corps Fighting Forces, but for a Whiskey Mike who always wanted to be boots on the ground, it was a dream come true. That dream rapidly turned to a nightmare when the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Force had been deployed with the NATO Peace Keeping forces to Chernarus. "Peace" such a laughable concept now. She had watched most of her Rifle Platoon torn apart when Elektrozavodsk fell, she hoped at least some of the civilians her Marines died for had made it out of this God forsaken country. How long they lived outside of the area was an unknown to her, sat comms had failed before July ended. Through the first winter exactly what day it was got lost in the shuffle of keeping herself and her remaining Marines alive. In that regard she was clearly a failure. Of the 36 Marines whose lives had been entrusted to her, 4 were alive. She had made the call to pull the 12 survivors from Elektrozavodsk out of NATO's operations. If there still was a MARSOC or a UN they could come and bleed for the idiots within the CDF. There simply isn't enough surviving civilian populace to try and "protect" in any event. As such her priorities shifted to ensuring she could get as many Marines home as possible. The shame of having lost so many of the dog tags of her Marines weighed on her each day, but what could you do when a mindless hoard started tearing those with intelligent thought left over to bits? "Excuse me ravenous monster, can I have that bit of metal before you are done?" The thought was unbidden; the months without evac or orders had taken a toll on everyone. She had seen a few other Marines through the months... years?.. who the fuck knows.... since they were all scattered, but those interactions had been short and tense. No one quite willing to trust people they didn't know beforehand, anyone could take a uniform off a downed chopper or abandoned foot-locker after all. So, she kept her no longer a platoon, too small for a squad, too large for a Fireteam, moving through the countryside off the coast. It had proven far safer inland once artillery and air-support ran dry. All the commotion and fighting to hold the coast seemed to have drawn most the infected (what her Marines referred to as "zed") to the coast. If she could just find a single Field Grade Officer from any US Armed forces she could get some direction, this whole operation was FUBAR when it started. Even Marines don't have a sufficient vulgarity for what it was now, but whatever it is, it is beyond the comfort level of a Company Officer for certain. Regardless, she would see California again, no one could stop that if they tried. As the months wore on her Marines monitored the comms that were still sporadically being used. They listened to what remained of the UN and NATO forces flee with their tail between their legs after the bomb dropped in the green sea. Survival was all that really concerned her at this point, but without access to a Corpsman that was proving to be a real challenge.