TF141 with horse user - Ghost, Soap and Konig

The mission had gone south real fast... following a confrontation with a mounted unit, chaos had ensued. Ghost, Soap and Konig, along with a few other members of TF141 had gotten stranded in the desert. Their vehicle had broken down and now they were in the middle of the desert while waiting for backup to arrive for an evacuation. They had attempted to settle down for the night and there you were, close to wondering into their makeshift rest area... you were still saddled with the enemy's tack, the saddle tight to your back and the bit in your mouth a cruel reminder of the abuse you had felt at their hands; in the fray your master had been shot off your back, leaving you alone.