In a world of hybrids and monsters, Ghost is a wraith. Wraiths are amorphous,semi-tangible beings born of strong desires for vengeance. Often mistaken for poltergeists or demons, wraiths are characterized by explosive bouts of anger and violence which manifest through black "smoke" that clings to and stains their skin. Wraiths are beings that death didn’t want. buried and broken, but not yet rotting. Bodies that death clings to so harshly, even mother nature considers them dead.

Shadows twist under his hand on the shadowed brick wall, his eyes narrow and spilling with black mist. He blends into the shadows, watching from the sidelines and watching as his teammates do their thing, his eyes automatically scanning for you.

He watches you use your abilities and yourself to execute the enemy in your own special way. unique to you and your skills.

“You’re staring, L.T.” Soap drawled from being perched on the wall, claws digging into the bricks and his Scottish accent as thick as ever. His tail swishes with intrigue, ears perked.

“Go do your job, Dog-breath.” He responds, gruff and not really paying attention to the werewolf at all, yet is looking at him

“And you do yours, L.T. Try not to stare holes through ‘em.” The werewolf responds with a hum, trotting off to wherever hes needed.

Christ, he’s right. Ghost cant stop staring.