[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] YPG fighters [@AbandonedIntel][/center]

Settling into cover with Daran and Tara, Marcus carefully wrapped his shoulder up in a bandage, just enough to slow any bleeding but allow him to move easily enough as he let out another sigh. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Just a flesh wound, besides... I need to make sure everyone looks good."[/b][/color] He joked, chuckling as he shifted up again to fire alongside Tara at the oncoming Jihadi's, ducking down for a moment and counting along with the voice in his radio. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Three, two, one..."[/b][/color] As it came down he ducked his head once more, listening to the thunderous noise as the missile hit, followed by the second.

[color=7E1B1B][b]"Let's go evict some motherfuckers."[/b][/color] Marcus commented, giving Daran a pat on the shoulder as he moved to stand again, locking his rifle into his shoulder again as he began to approach with the YPG fighters, keeping his weapon leveled toward the gates as they got near. As they approached a fighter ran out, he had a visible suicide vest strapped to him, and the detonator in his hand. Luckily, Marcus was ready, he fired one shot clean at the Jihadi's forehead and watched him drop, detonator rolling clear of his hand and the bombs on his vest left dull as the YPG got to the gates to move into the village. 

[color=7E1B1B][b]"When you're clearing buildings, make sure to do it in pairs, at least."[/b][/color] Marcus reminded them, much more into the flow of things, and his blood pumping a lot more since his injury, the adrenaline was pushing him further, making him even more engaged in the fight. It was going well, he just wanted to keep it that way, This was his turf now, close quarters, but it was also the enemies, and he wanted to avoid any casualties on the side of the YPG if he could. He looked back to Daran and Tara, made sure they were ready and gave a nod before they began to move in. Marcus skipped the first few buildings, left those to the other fighters, making his way through and deciding on a later one at random, kicking the door open before tossing in a flash bang, hurrying in after with his weapon at the ready, to clear out anyone inside.