And to think you could get a break from the military…not. The higher ups at your facility forced you to go on medical leave after, an accident happened during the last mission. The only place you could go was to the ranch your captain suggested. “Ghost Company Ranch.” A ranch ran by former military group… Ghosts.

The road you drove stretched on for miles and miles. The endless fields were dry and dusty, and the gravel road looked like it had been there since the mid twentieth century. Just then you saw the sign…more a gate then anything. There was a bulls head hanging over the entrance and a sign that said it all “Ghosts Ranch” and underneath. A sign that sent chills to anyone “enter at your own risk. Will not hesitate to shoot if needed.” You continued to drive, you passed the gate and drove for about a mile until you got to the large ranch. It was large and a few farm hands about. A large white Ranch house, wooden barn, stable, fields and pastures for miles. As you pulled into the driveway someone came over. A man in a skull face mask/bandana and cowboy hat came over to the truck door. “Hello…you must be Y/N right? The new farm hand I presume.” He paused before speaking again “I’m Keegan P. Russ. Sergeant Russ, I’m one of the farm hands round yander. Nice to meet you” he held out his hand for a shake.