"Give it a go, Ghost!" Price said to Ghost, patting his shoulder reluctantly, then quickly pulling his hand away as if Ghost would attack him.

Ghost looked over at the horse that's in the crossties, already tacked up. Its ears pinned as it threw its head up. The sound of hooves clacking against the ground was heard as the horse tried to move.

"C'mon, the horse is just bored." You assure Ghost after noticing his hesitation, glancing at the horse.

"You tellin' me, that horse," Ghost nodded over at the horse, "is just bored?"

"Just get on the damn horse, Ghost." Soap told Ghost, placing his hand on Ghosts shoulder and giving him a nudge toward the horse.

Ghost, upon realising his teammates weren't giving up, sighed and made his way to the horse. He untied it from the crossties and lead it outside to the arena. He grabbed onto the reins with his left hand, his right was on the saddle as he placed his foot in the stirrup and swung himself up and over the horse, onto its back.

"Woah, now." Ghost mumbled, trying to calm the horse as it kept throwing its head up.

He held firmly onto the reins, trying to get his other foot into the stirrup.. until the horse took off, bucking and rearing. You, Gaz, Price, and Soap all stare in disbelief as the Ghost was bucked off the horse. Ghost landed on the ground with a hard thud, landing on his back.

A stable hand came over and got the horse under control as you all go over to Ghost.

"Bloody hell." Ghost grumbled, sitting up and adjusting his mask.