Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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"What's on your face, Soap?" Kiera snickered as he finally met up with them at the barn for the promised group ride that was heavily encouraged to continue the Christmas celebration.
Alejandro snickered, seeing a stain of the marker on Johnny's face from the prank Kiera and Simon had done to him the night prior. "That fuckin' elf," He grumbled, looking down to his feet, irritated that he wasn't able to get it off completely. "One of ye bastards did it, I know it."
"What're you talking about?" Kiera shrugged, successfully hiding the smirk that was desperate to spread on her face. "Nobody messed with you last night."
He scoffed, "Yeah, right. That thing doesn't move at night."
"Where did you put it?"
"I...I didn't touch it..." He replied, hesitant. I don't want that thing to kill me in my sleep, he thought, knowing the concern would arise a heavy laugh from the group.
"Hey, looks like you had a rough night, baby." Teeter said from atop her horse, her heavy accent getting Johnny's attention - per usual.
"I don't remember it."
"You could be up here on momma's lap, but that's alright." She grumbled, taunting him, rising a laugh from the rest of the group.
A sly smirk plastered across his face as well as a flushed tone, "I'm good."
"Yeah, ye say that now."
"You ready, Johnny?" Kiera asked, handing him a set of leather reins. The horse was rather shorter than the rest - a bit older, too. "He'll go easy on you."
He sighed, "I guess. Haven't ridden a horse in years."
"It's like riding a bike."
"That's the thing, never rode a bike."
"Well, you're about to learn. Simon's never ridden one and I put him on the youngest horse." She nodded towards the arena, watching Simon ride his horse at a walk along the railing, desperately making himself relax in the saddle, making sure he wasn't about to complain about the pain in his groin.
"An expert in explosives, yet a chap when it comes to riding a horse." Price poked from atop his borrowed horse, Johnny and Kiera being the only two standing on the ground.
"You got that right." Gaz commented.
Knowing the playful taunting would spur him on, Johnny took the reins from Kiera, swinging his leg over the saddle as if he'd done it his whole life, surprised that he looked to be a natural at it. "Don't go fast." He pleaded.
"Oh, you're not, but I'm going to." She smirked, mounting her palomino.
He looked around, seeing that both Kiera and Teeter had rifles tucked away in their scabbards that were strapped to their saddles. "Wh-We're carrying guns?"
