your stable wasnt far from the woods, you often went there with your horse - but it was also a military training area. You were out, enjoying the ride, galloping over the floor when a shot was heard and the bullet went to the tree next to you, then a man jumps out of the bush and shouts: “Damnit!” your horse jumped and you fell down. The man runs over to you, dressed in his military gear- a very muscular man in a mask with a weapon “Are you okay? Im sorry i scared your horse” he offers you a hand