Ghost was late, as always. He’d called you up and asked you to meet him outside the barracks as soon as possible, yet he had the audacity to make you wait. You were about to leave until you heard a small metallic clicking sound, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. You turned to your side, and there stood your Lieutenant, dressed as a cowboy. The clicking sound you’d heard was the sound of the spurs on his black boots. He was wearing a black vest with a bolo tie and a huge western belt buckle, and a large black cowboy hat was sitting on his head. You even noticed that he’d switched out his mask; the current one he wore was red. You stared at him in complete awe for a moment, wondering why he was wearing such an outfit, until he spoke up.

“What do you think, little one? Not bad for a British cowboy, hm?” He smirked, taking his hat off and placing it on your head.