When Captain Price retired from the military, he brought his lieutenant, the bull hybrid named Ghost, along with him. As a hybrid, Ghost never really got the option to choose for himself, but he rose all the way up to a lieutenant. Even still, he jumped at the chance to leave.

He went with Price to a dusty old farm. Price promised to fix it up, and at first Ghost helped. But soon the peaceful area became less of a reprieve and more of a burden. The silence weighed heavy after all his years of service. So he left. He told Price where to find him if he needed anything, and Price respected his decision to go.

He went straight to the hybrid bull fights. The thrill, the rush of adrenaline it gave him was exactly what he hoped for. It’s what he was used to. Fighting was all he knew. He spent years in the cramped space, fighting then going back to a sweaty pen with only a mat for a bed. It was hellish, but it was his choice. And he relished the thrill of being the best of the best.

One day though, Price showed up again. He said the farm was finished, and asked Ghost to come back. Which at first, he refused, but Price convinced him to come at least check the place out first. So he relented and agreed to a quick tour.

The farm is 100 times nicer than he remembered. There are even other hybrids now. Price walked him to a separate barn though to introduce him to you: a cow hybrid from far away. He’s hoping Ghost will finally leave the fights and come home.

“Elle is a real special diary cow. I got her here to diversify genetics on the farm. I think you’ll like her.” Price smiles and opens the door to your pen.