Marcus shrugged the duffel bag off of his shoulder and let it fall to the ground, comfortable in the fact that none of the weapons stowed in his bag were hitting each other. The protective foam padding he'd slipped around each of the blades were doing their job, keeping each of his weapons in mint condition. It was sad when he thought about it, he had more weapons on his person and in his bag than he had personal items and clothing. He had stopped a few yards from the plane itself, waiting for the exit stairs to fold out and let the occupants of the craft out, feeling a growing sense of nervousness building in his gut.<br/><br/>This was his first mission since the loss of his entire team, what if he simply wasn't ready? What if he hadn't spent enough time in mourning, what if he had spent too much time and he'd let himself grow rusty? No.... he immediately shoved the negative thoughts away from his mind, that kind of thinking wouldn't do him any good from this point forward. He'd trained every day since he'd quit the military, keeping himself in prime condition, he wasn't rusty, if anything he was better than he was before, because now he knew what it was like to lose people he cared about, ate with, laughed with, made memories with. He wasn't going to allow that to happen this time.... he'd sacrifice himself before he let another teammate of his die.<br/><br/>A slight smile crossed onto his lips as he watched his new team members step out of the plane and onto the staircase itself, heading towards him with their own belongings in hand. The first man looked to be a few inches shorter than himself, wiry, a look in his eyes that seemed to scream sniper. Just something about the way the man carried himself, the angle he held his head, every small detail about him displayed what his specialty may be. Although he could be completely off-base with his assumption, it had happened before, but Marcus had always been extremely gifted at looking at every small detail of a person and reading them like an open book. The second man that stepped onto the staircase nearly blotted out the sun with his bulk, causing Marcus' right eyebrow to twitch upwards in surprise. The man was massive, with arms the size of Marcus' head and a glower to his eyes that seemed to drip with danger. He was a loose cannon, emotional, easily provoked into rage, that much Marcus could tell even if he didn't possess a natural ability in reading people.<br/><br/>The third person to step off of the airplane took Marcus completely by surprise, though outwardly he was too stunned to show any kind of response physically. She was definately attractive, that much was obvious, her small frame and sharp look to her eyes definately caught his attention, but that wasn't the reason for his sudden shock. Although she had darker hair, she could have passed for an identical twin to Rachel, the woman who'd been apart of his team in the black-ops squad, the one he'd given his entire heart to, the one who'd been violently taken away from him at a point where life didn't seem like it could get any better. He quickly composed himself, pretty sure that no one would notice the slight stiff posture of his body as he'd laid eyes on her, the Aviator shades blocking his eyes had definately helped conceal the surprise that would have been obvious in his icy blues.<br/><br/>"....before any introductions go down.... those two snipers behind me on each of those control towers.... are they yours...?" He said with a calm tone.