[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 she took the vodka and had a drink, he took a longer one when she gave it back. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Been quite a while since I had one, too."[/b][/color] He smirked, taking another sip before passing the bottle back over to her, gritting his teeth a little as the burn ran down his throat. Turning his gaze back over to her, he nodded before shrugging. [color=7E1B1B][b]"Well, I figure we've earned a night to relax without worrying about them, don't you think?"[/b][/color] Marcus nodded with a smile, raising an eyebrow at her next question before scratching his chin as he thought. [color=7E1B1B][b]"A few... England, Australia, here, Afghanistan and Iraq, too. I've never really had much time for holidays, unfortunately."[/b][/color] Marcus shrugged his shoulders yet again, taking a brief glance around as he took one more long sip from the Vodka bottle, setting it back down between them.