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Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara @AbandonedIntel

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. "I might, suppose I need to get one at some point."

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. "It's hard to talk about, it's nice, peaceful." He paused for a moment, thinking of a way to explain it best. "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." He smiled as he looked out to no where in particular, starting to get a little lost in his thoughts.

"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." He chuckled again softly, glancing over to her. "Once the war's over you should visit there."

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@AbandonedIntel Alls good, was keeping an eye on it :P

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara, Daran @AbandonedIntel

Giving Daran another nod, he watched as he moved off before glancing back to his wound, the bandage had turned a bit red from blood, and the stinging feeling had turned to a dull pain. Glancing over as he heard Tara's voice, he gave her a reassuring smile as he moved to sit down on a small crate by the wall of a house. "I'll be fine, just never gave it a proper tending to before." He chuckled softly, carefully beginning to unwrap the bandage as he reached into his medical kit.

As he'd expected, there was still a small shard of the bullet in his shoulder, he could see its slight glint off the setting sun. It wouldn't exactly be fun to pull out, but he'd had worse. Taking out his tweezers, he glanced up to Tara again, smiling. "Don't worry about it, you should go celebrate, you all earned it." The celebrations were never uncommon, each victory they had usually ended with dancing, singing and drinking, though Marcus never particularly involved himself with them.

Sitting a fair distance from where the majority of the 32nd was gathering for their celebration, Marcus set his weapons down against the wall and reached up to his arm, it was awkward, and he was struggling to actually get a hold of the bullet, groaning somewhat as from this angle he was likely doing more harm than good.

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Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara, Shakeel, Daran @AbandonedIntel

Marcus smiled softly toward Tara as she lowered her weapon and took hold of Shakeel, he was impressed at her restraint, and her decision to keep him alive - even if the intentions may have been somewhat ruthless. But, this was war. Marcus paused for a moment in the empty room, the sounds of gunfire had finally died down, so he figured the fighting was over. Reaching up, he slowly undid the strap of his helmet and took it off, hanging it off his belt as he moved outside, weapon held down in one hand.

Marcus looked to the horizon as the sun was setting, he could hear more and more chatter over the radio as the coalition forces got set up with the rest of the 32nd in and around the town. He figured there'd be some celebration that night, there generally was after such a successful operation. Glancing back over to Daran and the others as they approached, Marcus idly listened as they spoke to Shakeel. He couldn't help but smirk, Shakeel hadn't expected this sort of treatment and it was obvious, it was good to see him speechless.

As Daran began to speak to him, he nodded his head slowly, he was pleased enough to have captured Shakeel, but the fact that the woman was alright spoke volumes more to him. He hated when they suffered casualties, especially when he was around to try and stop it. Every time they lost someone under Marcus' 'watch', he felt responsible. Perhaps it wasn't the best attitude to have, but he had it. "Glad to hear that, he might have some pretty useful stuff he'd like to share." He chuckled softly, rolling his shoulders idly before wincing somewhat as a sharp pain shot through his arm. Now that the adrenaline was wearing out, his wound had finally start to hurt properly.

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Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara, Shakeel @AbandonedIntel

Hearing Tara's voice call to him from elsewhere in the building, Marcus doubled back to find her, carefully moving into the room as he saw Shakeel on the ground, speaking to Tara. For the time being, he remained quiet, but kept his weapon trained on Shakeel, listening as he spoke to Tara. He wasn't fluent in Arabic but he did understand enough as the two spoke. When they were finished, Marcus moved closer, weapon still trained on Shakeel as he glanced over to Tara.

"It could be useful to take him alive, he might have some information, but... I'll let you decide what to do with him." Marcus explained to her with a nod, trying to keep his own thoughts out of it as much as he could. Marcus wanted to interfere with the YPG as much as possible, they would make their own decisions, it was their war after all, the way Marcus saw it, his own decisions in a situation like this didn't matter too much. Though, even he felt a more primal desire that Tara would decide on Shakeel's death, if he wasn't killed here he'd probably find some way to hurt someone else before he went down.

But he was unsure what decision Tara would make, it was no secret she and the other Kurds clearly despised the man, Marcus had seen his picture before, knew the YPG had been targeting him for some time. It hadn't just been them either, Marcus had been briefed on Shakeel, knew that the Coalition had him in their sights as well, both sides would be satisfied today, either way this went.

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Marcus Williams

Location: Near Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: YPG fighters @AbandonedIntel

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. "Just a flesh wound, besides... I need to make sure everyone looks good." 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. "Three, two, one..." As it came down he ducked his head once more, listening to the thunderous noise as the missile hit, followed by the second.

"Let's go evict some motherfuckers." 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.

"When you're clearing buildings, make sure to do it in pairs, at least." 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.

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Marcus Williams

Location: Near Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: YPG fighters @AbandonedIntel

Pulling out the tube of his grenade launcher, he let the empty shell drop out to the ground before pulling the tube back down without loading another, adjusting his grip with both hands to fire normally as a few more Jihadi's ran through the gates. Bringing his weapon up to aim, he began lining up a shot but was interrupted both by the radio, and by the explosion ahead of them. A bit of shrapnel managed to catch Marcus' helmet, and his head reared back as he fell, he was fine, but it'd certainly given him a little whiplash as he scrambled back into cover, tapping his helmet to make sure it was still there. It was, but there was a clear gash down the left side of it now.

Letting out an audible sigh of relief at his luck, he popped up again with his rifle, firing a few shots at the incoming Jihadi's, specifically the one with the RPG, before he let the YPG focus on them, picking up the designator again. He took a moment searching for his target, but as the mortars fired again he saw the puff of smoke from them, he couldn't quite get an angle from where he was, he needed to move in order to do that. He barely thought, and didn't even particularly bother to explain his plan. "Cover me!" He called back to the fighters he was with as he sprinted out of the cover of the truck toward the road, he was in the open, but he wasn't going to get a better angle than this one.

Crouching down in the crater created by the mortar, he brought the designator up to his eyes and found his target again. He held it ready and began to paint the target. Around him bullets were whistling and hitting the ground, he was an easy target where he was, so of course the Jihadi's were focusing on him, but he didn't care, he was focused on his mission as always. He waited for confirmation before he finally put the designator back down, moving toward the closest cover he could get to before he felt it, the sharp sting and the tremendous force as if he'd been cut, burnt and punched all at once. The force of it spun him somewhat as he fell into cover, looking down to his arm.

His shoulder had been hit, not too badly, and it appeared that most of it had been on the outside of his shoulder, but it hurt. He was just thankful that the relatively minor wound was all he suffered for, what he realised now, was either an incredibly brave, or more likely, horrendously stupid move.

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

Marcus Williams

Location: Near Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: YPG fighters @AbandonedIntel

As the confirmation came over the radio, Marcus set down the designator carefully before bringing his rifle up finally. He set his sights on a Jihadi behind some low cover, popping out to fire toward the YPG fighters. It took him a half second to line up the shot before he pulled back on the trigger twice, one shot slamming into the fighter's chest, and another into his head, a flash of pink mist filling the air as he fell back to the ground. As the machine gun nailed the bomber, and a group of others with them, Marcus lowered his weapon slightly, keeping it ready but not aimed as he peered around for any more, unnerved somewhat by the silence.

Of course it didn't last long, the exchanged shouting and the explosions to follow piercing the silence rather thoroughly before it returned to the sound of the wind shortly afterward. Marcus saw it a fraction too late, mere moments before the woman on the machine gun spoke up, he saw the glint of the sniper's scope, and the flash of it firing. His eyes drifted up to the woman, and a little blood splashed against his face. It was not an uncommon feeling, but it was still a strange one, he wasn't sure that he'd ever be quite used to it. He watched as she fell, and dashed over without thinking as the fighter instructed him to.

"You're going to be alright." Marcus assured the woman in as reassuring a manner as he was able, reaching down into his medical kit and carefully dragging out some gauze. He made sure the two of them were properly in cover behind the truck, before ensuring that the bullet had gone through her shoulder as he hoped. It hadn't. Swearing under his breath, he reached up to his wrist, undoing the paracord around it and holding it in front of the woman's mouth. "Bite down." He instructed her simply, grabbing a pair of tweezers as she did so.

Taking hold of her shoulder with one hand, he moved the tweezers forward with the other, carefully shifting them into the wound to take a firm hold of the bullet shards still inside her shoulder, dragging them out as carefully as he was able to. There were a few, but the bullet hadn't shattered too badly, and he had them out before long. Tucking the tweezers away, he began to carefully pack the wound with gauze, making sure it was packed tight before he firmly wrapped it with a bandage. He gave her something relatively basic for the pain before he peered up over the truck to where the sniper fire had come from, bullets were impacting around the window from the YPG, but it was nothing particularly accurate, enough to keep him down at least.

Glancing back down to the woman fighter, he gave her a pat on her good shoulder and placed his paracord back around his wrist before taking up his rifle again, carefully he loaded in a high explosive grenade into his launcher, and moved up toward the front of the truck. Bracing it against the hood of the truck for some extra stability, he lined up the shot after a few long moments and pulled back on the second trigger, letting loose the explosive round. It whistled through the air for a moment before *BOOM* - no more sniper. The wall had been blown apart from the explosion, and part of the roof caved in, if he wasn't dead, he was at least wounded, or gone.

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@AbandonedIntel All good! I'll still be up for an hour or so, so it's no worry :) I'll start putting together a post now.

Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

@AbandonedIntel
Slightly adjusted Marcus' age both Pre and Post Augmentation, just to better fit the time gap between this RP and the main one, augmented Marcus is now 30, and Pre-Aug is 21 :)