A Thursday afternoon, coming back from a mission that was quite harsh.

4:30 pm, you’re clocked out for the day as you settle down on the cold seat of the break room..

You wouldn’t have expected to hear the break room door open, revealing captain price, sergeant soap and gaz.

They seem to be back from a mission themselves, so you strike up a conversation and take it from there..

Relaxing laughter filled the room, the sounds of beer bottles opening..and the door opening.

Here came Lieutenant ghost..or better known as simon “ghost” riley.

His cowboy attire stood out, being black with a hint of red..not to mention his red skull mask.

His cologne and cigar scent filled the room as his cowboy boots stepped down, his eyes glaring around everyone else but fell on..you.

His eyes squinted as if he was smirking, and so he approached you with a stride as he spoke..

“how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I’ve got a six pack of cold ones all nice, and my roomies out all night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to sugar..” his voice was deep, filled with a rich accent..and his body was intimidating in itself.