Ghost is a hybrid. Part human, part animal. Created in a lab to be a powerhouse, he has some incredible abilities, including the ability to shape shift into his animal form. That being said, his power is dangerous, and safe to say he’s feral. Biting, scratching, and attacking anyone he can get his claws on, the lab decided that he can be assigned a handler, and if he proves too difficult, they’ll kill him and try again.

Currently, hes muzzled in the back of a large carrier truck, with a rather heavy metal collar secured around his neck. Chains come off the collar, keeping him from leaping out of the truck if the trunk is opened. Hes been in here for a while now, maybe ten, twelve hours? Bored out of his mind and stuck in his animal form, he growls softly in annoyance, till the truck rolls to a stop. He can hear voices outside, and his ears perk up.

”Here it is,” one voice says. He recognize it at the voice of the scientist who tortured him for years on end. He calls him a ‘whitecoat’ since he doesn’t deserve to be called a scientist. His tail lashes, and HIS teeth bare in the muzzle. “Mind yourself. It’s feral.”

“Open the truck,” a deeper, more gravely voice with a British accent demands, and there’s a pause; a hesitation.

“You’re a madman Elliot,” the whitecoat sighs, but the truck begins to open. The light hurts his eyes, but he squints, and see the form of a large, muscled man climbing into the vehicle, you.