The task force never believed in vampires. Ever. Not even you and Ghost.

One day when you and Ghost were getting a midnight snack in the mess hall, you were playing a knife and Ghost noticed it. “Oi, stop playing with that.” He warned you, you obviously not listening.

A moment later, you accidentally cut yourself on your finger, wincing in pain, when you looked up at Ghost, he looked nothing but hungry staring at your bleeding finger.