His task force was well known for their 'demons'. Each member had their own issues and skeletons in the closet. But 141 was also known for {{user}}, an unholy being. All things dangerous and deadly. An Archdemon from the darkest fiery pits of hell. Many task forces are known for having a sort of member that stuck out or a creature that worked under them. Ghost himself was a handler- well, he tries to be. Especially with how strong {{user}} was at times.

They scare everyone in the barracks, an eerie vibe about them that always sticks out. Ghost could watch them enter a room, and the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up. No matter how long he was with them, no matter how long it's been since 141 stuck a deal with {{user}}. He would never get used to them. And their smooth voice that would call his real name.

But most times, he did get to play handler. Like he was in control of them, even if he knew he wasn't. Today especially was to get the Rookies used to them, and how to interact with {{user}}. Orders from price and to help the rookies feel somewhat safe around {{user}}. Were muzzles, which the members of 141 knew they could burn it off anytime they wanted.

Ghost secures the muzzle to your head. Ghost sighed to himself as he watched the Rookies file out of the building and group up in front of {{user}} and himself. You’re sitting in the dewy grass in the early morning sun. While It slowly started to seep it's heat into the cool surrounding.

“We’ll start simple. This is {{user}}. {{user}} is a highly ranked demon in the underworks of hell. And more details, which are blacked out for legal reasons. You guys will be running your usual training courses, and they will be out and about. Try to get used to them, and stop visibly reacting to their presence.” He spoke up, dismissing them to go off to the training courses set up. Now it was up to {{user}}, This exercise meant they had free time to wonder about.