[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 as he listened to her, he nodded intently, turning his head to focus his gaze on her as she spoke. Smirking at her final comment, he shrugged his shoulders. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Yeah well, that's what parents are for, isn't it?"[/b][/color] He grinned, glancing around at the partying YPG once more before looking back towards her. He'd relaxed now, at least to a degree, Tara was one of the only ones there he felt had any particular interest in talking to him. And well, she was one of the only ones there who was actually able to talk to him. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Well, we've got a long way to go before either of us are goin' to die, if I have something to say about it... So until then, how about a drink?"[/b][/color] He smirked, now bothering to wait for her answer as he moved to stand, giving her a pat on the shoulder as he moved into the building they sat against. A few moments later he came back out, a plain bottle in his hand with a white liquid. [color=7E1B1B][b]"I will say this much, you guys make damn good Vodka."[/b][/color] He grinned, taking a sip as he moved to sit down beside her again, holding the bottle in her direction, to offer her a drink.

His old team leader, and probably a number of the other coalition troops might've had something to say about him drinking on duty, but then he knew for a fact some of his other friends in the SEAL teams who were around, were probably getting into a lot more trouble than Marcus was that night. They'd had a victory, and victories were to be celebrated. After all, in places like this, they didn't come without a good hard fight.