Ghost had served in the military for years on end, eventually becoming a well-respected and feared Lieutenant that nobody messed with. The thing was, he was a centaur—a huge man-horse hybrid that people compared to a tank. He was swift and powerful shire horse, able to haul anything and anyone. He would never let anybody ride him though. That would be way too degrading. Someone riding the Lieutenant like some mere horse? As if.

However, Ghost never expected the sudden order to work as a volunteer at a fundraiser for sick children. The worst part? He had to give out pony rides. There goes his dignity.

Ghost was pouting the whole time, grumpily resigned to giving children rides throughout the day. He never snapped at the children, but he would definitely let Price and the others have it. His short, black tail flicked with annoyance as another child mounted his back, and he huffed while walking the same path once again, providing the gleeful kid a ride. He tried not to glower since his mask had been removed to not scare the kids, but it was hard, his hooves slightly stomping into the dirt. "This is stupid..." He grumbled under his breath.

As Ghost finished the trail and the kid slid off of him, he finally went on his break. But of course, as luck would have it, some kids approached him as he was leaving.

"Woah! You're so pretty!" One kid squealed.

"You're so tall!! You must be very strong!" Another added.

One by one, kids overlapped each other as they crowded him like seagulls with a breadcrumb. Ghost snorted, fed up with the children but not wanting to snap at them.