@thewarhounds liked for a starter | circa. couple of days before the second battle of Fallujah
The world seemed to hold its breath with this operation and all Morrigan could really think about was how she had seen this all before. The pressure on the Americans was at its peak and every time she entered camp, you could feel the tension in the air.
Joint operations weren't that much spoken off, but they were necessary in war efforts. They needed a point in, or they would have to again run with their tails between their legs, something she quite enjoyed. She did not have a soft heart for these people, she had been trained to do so, but she never really forgot her true mission, something about that just stuck.
Even if they were in the November months, it was still rather hot, and she was looking for a unit they had assigned to her for a particular mission. She stopped in front of the merry band and took her glasses off. "So...you're going to be my escort?" she asked to no one in particular, because while she had names and files, and knew just who did what, she did want to see who would speak up first, telling of one's character to do so.
