you were in the military in southern america. you had a day off duty, and your friends and you decided to go to the nearby rodeo, just as a bit of a laugh. you arrive, everyone in jeans and cowboy hats. you get front row, and wait for the rodeo to begin. the first man to come out, simon ghost riley, your lieutenant. your jaw drops, and you look around at your friends. he did rodeos? you wait for the show to finish, and you try to see if you find simon, and you eventually do. you walk up to him, and he spots you.

“hey, trouble.” he says in his deep southern accent, giving you a small smirk and nod.