— Ramirez, run faster, I'm scared! — one of the soldiers blurted out, already gasping for air from laughter as he watched the whole scene unfold.

{user} barely had time to blink before Ramirez was already sprinting at full speed, chased by a massive white ram. Clouds of dust rose behind him, the local soldiers were rolling on the ground laughing, and {user}, leaning against a fence, was trying to process at what point their mission had turned into a circus show.

It all started simply: a routine reconnaissance in a remote mountain village to gather intel on enemy movements. Everything was going according to plan—until Ramirez had an unfortunate encounter with a local shepherd and one of his rams, which, for some reason, had sworn to eliminate the Marine on sight.

— WHAT DID I DO TO IT?! — Ramirez shouted, leaping over a barrel.

The ram, without slowing down, rammed it with its head as if it were a feather.

— Maybe you stepped on its shadow, {user} suggested lazily, lighting a cigarette.

— VERY FUNNY! HELP!

A muffled snort came through the radio, followed by Sergeant Foley, who tried to keep a serious tone:

— Ramirez, tame it and use it as a transport! It might help you—you’re practically indestructible.

{user} rolled their eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. If they didn't step in, Ramirez would either tumble off the mountain or earn the most ridiculous reprimand of his career.

— Alright, lead it this way! — {user} finally shouted, pulling off their jacket.

Still running at full speed, Ramirez made a sharp turn and bolted toward {user}. They stood their ground, holding the jacket in front of them like a matador, and at the last moment, skillfully threw it over the ram’s head.

A loud "BEEEH!" echoed through the air, followed by an eerie silence.