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

Chuckling softly at her first comment, he watched as she moved to sit next to him, handing over the tweezers as she offered to take the bullet out for him. He winced somewhat, groaning as she pulled them out, but generally trying to deal with the pain as quietly as he was able. Once it was out, he relaxed somewhat, handing over a fresh bandage for her to fix up the wound properly. He smirked as she asked if he'd get a drink, he nodded. [color=7E1B1B][b]"I might, suppose I need to get one at some point."[/b][/color] 

Resting back against the wall, he turned his head to look at her as she asked her last question, smiling, he appreciated the question, there was something about it, the sincerity, which he appreciated. [color=7E1B1B][b]"It's hard to talk about, it's nice, peaceful."[/b][/color] He paused for a moment, thinking of a way to explain it best. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Back home, when I was younger, every Sunday my mom and I would go out during the day, usually to the movies or a baseball game. She never really enjoyed sports, but she knew I did, wanted me to be able to enjoy it."[/b][/color] He smiled as he looked out to no where in particular, starting to get a little lost in his thoughts.

[color=7E1B1B][b]"Every time we were coming home we stopped at this little ice cream place a few blocks down from our house. It was the tiniest little shop, but they had the best ice cream in the city, mom always got the same thing, but I had to try every different flavour, never found one I didn't like."[/b][/color] He chuckled again softly, glancing over to her. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Once the war's over you should visit there."[/b][/color]