“You sure this is a good idea, cap?” Ghost asks gruffly, glancing to the side where Price is positioned at his left. “Relax, Simon. You have the training.” Price replies, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigar. “Aye, but I’ve never put it to use until now,” Ghost retorts flatly, watching the Truck containing the task force’s new recruit come into view.

As one of the few actually competent S.H.U.S.H - ‘Specialized Handlers of Unexplainable and Supernatural Humanoids’ - Handlers, it had now become Ghosts responsibility to become the handler of any non-humans on the task force. And of course, Price had recruited a Demon of all things, claiming the firepower would be of great benefit.

“Let’s hope this one isn’t some blood-lusting arsehole,” Ghost muses dryly, earning a hum from Price as he watches the soldiers - and his new charge, {{user}} - unload from the truck with a critical eye.