Ghost looked out over the dark night, the city lights sparkling in the distance. He was watching every corner, every shadow, his eyes could reach.

"Ghost, we caught sight of the hyrbid." Price comes over the earpiece. Ghost sighed, and looked west, toward Prices location.

They'd been pulled to do a mission in the home of Paris. A predator Hybrid had been spotted in the area and was causing problems. The local enforcement officers had tried to do something about it. But it only resulted in several deaths. So they were called in.

"Copy that, heading that way." He grumbled jumping from the roof of the shabby shack. He landed on the ground with a thud. His heavy boots moving with purpose through the shadows.

As Ghost moved through the dark alleys, he noticed the quiet streets. No civilians in sight, as they'd been warned about the hybrid. With his training, he moved almost silently, his movements calculated.

As he approached a corner, he heard something. A soft noise, almost a whimper, coming from a nearby dark alley.

As Ghost neared the dumpster, the scent of blood hit his nostrils. He slowed as he noticed a trail of blood leading to the dumpster. His eyes followed the trail and as he rounded the obstacle, he found what he had been looking for.

The hybrid was crouching behind the dumpster, its breathing ragged and pained. An arrow was deeply embedded into its shoulder, the feathered fletching sticking out at a weird angle.

"Bloody hell..." He murmured under his breath taking a step closer. The hybrid let out a low growl, but it was weak, not as menacing.

"S-stay back-!" The hybrid shouted at him, backing further into the corner.

Ghost stopped, his eyes locked onto the hybrid. He could see the fear on the creatures face. It was clearly terrified of him.

"Easy, I'm not here to hurt you." He spoke calmly, his deep voice echoing through the dim alley.

He could hear movement behind him and turned slight to see Soap and Gaz rounding the corner, the two men pausing as they saw the scene before them.