[center][h1][color=7E1B1B]Marcus Williams[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=7E1B1B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Near Markada, Northeastern Syria
[color=7E1B1B][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Daran and Tara [@AbandonedIntel][/center]

Watching Tara as she moved off, and the troops as they began to muster and ready, Marcus was once again reminded of his regret for not having learned any of their language before arriving to work with them, it just felt odd to have so much go over his head. Glancing back toward Daran as he spoke. He glanced momentarily between Daran and himself, the two were almost opposites in terms of their equipment, and it wasn't just him, as Marcus looked over the others he nodded, he couldn't help but agree with the man, the YPG were terribly unequipped. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Unfortunately, I can't do a lot about that."[/b][/color] He sighed, shrugging as he watched Tara come back toward them. 

Marcus couldn't help but chuckle at her query, adjusting his weapon in his grip as he nodded. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Ready as i'll ever be."[/b][/color] He explained as he settled the stock of his rifle against his upper arm, ready to shift it further up to his shoulder when they actually got into combat. As the unit began to move, Marcus moved with Daran and Tara, listening to the idle radio chatter of the coalition forces as they prepared and got ready, there wasn't a great deal of chatter yet, just people checking in and saying they were all ready, he figured it'd all kick off soon enough though. 

Marcus let Daran take the lead most of the time, he was there to help, and if Daran needed something done he or the rest of their group couldn't, he'd deal with it, but Daran was a better leader, and the YPG trusted him far more, he'd earned their respect, something Marcus was still working on. And after all, this was their plan.