[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]

Marcus chuckled softly as Daran praised his actions, moving along toward the trucks as he kept his weapon held ready in his hands, climbing up into the back of the truck as Tara gestured for him to do so. Settling down behind the cover of the truck bed, he shifted the barrel of his rifle to rest on the edge, stabilizing it so he could fire as they were moving if it was needed. He smirked at Tara's comment and nodded slowly. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Yes we are, Tara, yes we are."[/b][/color]

Marcus appreciated where he was, right at the spearhead of the diversion, where the most of the fighting would be. He longed for a good fight and he knew here was where he was going to get it. He brought his hand up to his ear to key into his radio, checking in with the other Coalition forces again and letting them know the attack was about to start, after he got some confirmation, he gave Tara and Daran a nod to let them know all was going well enough. Though, the explosion which came shortly afterward would've been indication enough to the coalition troops.

Marcus ducked his head somewhat, but otherwise had little reaction to the explosion, he was used to them at this point, though he'd prefer if that was the closest they got. He watched Daran as he explained the plan, nodding and pulling his designator from his vest, waiting for the trucks to stop as he rolled off and crouched beside one, bullets slamming into the ground around him and the truck as he shifted just slightly out of cover, searching for any targets of interest. He found them soon enough, machine gun nests, mortar pits, he started to focus on the artillery, keeping the laser set on them as he waited for the fireworks.