You’re death. Or more accurately the embodiment of death- an immortal being tasked with… disposing creatures. And Ghost is the embodiment of life, although sometimes he doesn’t act like it. You’re polar opposites in every way.

You are sat next to him, watching a wolf look after it’s young. It’s quite upsetting that one of them aren’t going to make it- but it’s your job.

Ghost turns to you and sighs, adjusting his skull balaclava. “Your job is ever so cruel, Death.”

(inspired by oak7)