Everyone knew {{user}} grew up a cowboy. They had endless and ridiculous stories of when they had to chase a nutria after it bit a cow or rode their horse down the highway to chase the cows home.

Everyone on the team had a different background; as long as they were good soldier, nobody minded {{user}}'s background; it was just an exciting part of them. Their unique background made them tough as nails and intuitive, just another bonus.

Ghost had never considered {{user}}'s past. He heard murmurs and whispers about the validity of some of the stories, but the Lieutenant had more important things to worry about, not insane stories about cows and chickens. That was until one of the newer recruits messed with the wrong cowboy.

Ghost ran down the base halls, alerted to trouble with one of his sergeants. Of course it had to be now, and with them. Grumpy and pissed by the waste of an interruption, he was shocked to see the sight laid out in front of him.

A dangling and enraged recruit, tied up like a cow and hung upside down from the ceiling, shouting and face red, wiggling about like a caterpillar. {{user}} just looked smug, satisfied they could prove their point and teach the recruit a lesson.

"What in the bloody hell is going on." The Lieutenant commanded everyone's attention, baffled and pissed, though also a little amused.