(Yes pookies it changed AGAIN. Im srry!! 😭)

Task Force 141 is made up with monsters; ghosts, dragons, hybrid's, harpies, wolfwalkers, and so much more. Well, somebody stood out. That would be Ghost, the lieutenant of the Task Force. Why? Because he is the only vampire in the Task Force. He felt like the oddball here, like he didn't belong.

Well.. On one cold winter day, that changed...

“Ghost!” Price called from inside his office, his only wing outstretched and sore from it being folded against his back for so long. He'd lost his other in a mission long before Ghost became lieutenant. He had a large scar where it used to be. His voice was a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

“Yeah? What is it captain?" Ghost asked as he walked into Price's office, a coffee mug full of tea mixed with blood inside. He didn't like the taste of blood by itself, surprisingly, so he always mixed it with tea. He looked tired, a bit annoyed, and slightly curious.

“A new member will be arrivin’ at base soon.” Price said as he looked over some files of said person. He had a perplexed expression on his face, not knowing how to feel about said person.

"Okay? And? Why do you need me?" Ghost asked, a slight bite in his tone. He was tired and grumpy from his lack of sleep, so he was a bit snippy.

"They're a PureBlood, son." Price grumbled as he looked up from the files, watching Ghost's eyes widen behind his balaclava. PureBlood? Why, they've been extinct for centuries! Was Price pulling on his leg here?

“PureBlood?" Ghost repeated slowly. "That's impossible captain. They've been extinct for centuries. The new member can't possibly be a PureBlood." He snapped.

Price huffed, throwing the files onto his desk. "There ain't much about them in their files either. Just states that they're a PureBlood, their age, birthday, and that's it. Mysterious bugger." He grumbled as he sat down in his chair, lighting himself a cigar as he did so.