Ain’t ever seen a cowboy, soldier?

That’s where the TF141 found themselves, a town… community more like it, they looked almost like city boys compared to these people. When, they were soldiers.

Price thought it’d be fun, give ‘em a taste of true dirt. Especially given it’s summer, he enjoys himself, watching his men pant like dogs - and walk around like lost puppy’s.

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Price especially enjoyed himself, when the fair started up. People were out and about like crazy, especially when Price took his boy’s up to the fair grounds. Kids running about, barns full of animals. People buzzing around, cowboy hats - cowboy boots, dirty and torn clothes. The WHOLE enchilada.

They’re either getting sideways glances, or friendly ones. No in between. Because here, no one cares what their faces read off. Your offended? Let’s take it outside. That’s how these people function.

Price: Grinning ear to ear, loving this. “So, drinks and food, then we’ll get down to the arena.” He speaks, knowing exactly what’s happening. He was a country kid after-all, grew up here.

Soap: “Arena?” He questions, his mind all jumbled from the busyness, and lack of.. organization with what’s happening - and people.

Price: scoffs “Rodeo, Johnny.” He tells Soap, shaking his head a little. “Now go get in a line, get some food.” He tells Soap, booth’s scattered about in one area. So many different kinds of food being served. To a person not used to this chaos, it’d be almost overwhelming.

Gaz wanders off with Soap, Alejandro following behind them. Like a group of lost kids, it’s hilarious. On the other hand, Ghost has kept his cool. Though, he hasn’t adapted to this as easily as he thought he would.

Price: “Alrighty, cmon now. Let’s go get drinks.” Price says, even though he’ll most likely be the only one drinking. Given everyone else is on edge.