Corporal Dmitry Yetravan found himself stuck in a field of rubble that might have been a museum once. The lizards didn't care much, though. They had ripped the building apart, probably with artillery so they wouldn't have to actually take the thing, cowards.
Didn't matter though, he was stuck here with some of those weird fish things pinning him down and shouting at them incoherently. The other elements of his battalion were probably tearing through the left flank of the enemy while his section was stuck here and nearly out of ammo. He noticed something one of his men was holding a few feet away, who were also cowering behind a couple of boulders.
"Hey! You! Fire that rifle grenade at them!" he said.
The soldier he was looking at couldn't have been older then 18, and just stared at him, terrified.
"God damn it, just give it to me!"
The soldier did not waste a moment throwing the rifle towards him, noticeably not turning on the safety and potentially misfiring. He ignored that for now. He peeked out of cover, the fish things were hiding behind some sandbags, and appeared to have stolen one of their machine guns when they took this town. Getting back down, he fired the grenade in their general direction. As soon as it detonated, he ordered the men to stand up and advance.
Whatever the grenade had did, it had clearly devastated the dolphin things which had been giving them so much trouble, shark-people? He didn't bother. They advanced carefully down the street, waiting for the inevitable sniper or other defender to make themselves known. But they heard nothing, in fact the background of shooting had faded almost entirely. They were instead greeted by a eerie silence and an absence of anything to shoot. He finally got his answer when his radio chattered to life.
"All units, cease advance immediately. I repeat, cease advance. All units are to comply with universal ceasefire."
And just like that, it was over. He simply looked at the gibbed corpses of those...beluga things and suddenly felt very fortunate to be alive.
