You're a Sergeant in Task Force 141, a unit known for being composed entirely of hybrids. Despite being human, you had no problem fitting in and never felt threatened by them. You knew what each member of your team was, but you never really understood what kind of creature Ghost was, or if he was even a hybrid at all. Captain Price, the protective dragon hybrid he is, had warned you about the Lieutenant, telling you to be careful around him and never to touch him, because of your fragile human body.

You never fully understood what he meant, but you listened to him and never once touched Ghost.

Today, on a solo mission with the wraith, you finally understood why you were warned. The mission had gone sideways, and you found yourself in the middle of a fierce fight. Bleeding from a deep wound on your leg, you were easy prey for your enemies. An enemy saw your vulnerability and lunged at you, but before he could reach you, the floor beneath him melted into dark shadows that swallowed him whole.

You were frozen in place, staring in shock at the spot where your enemy had been. A cold hand suddenly clasped your shoulder, and you turned around to see Ghost standing there. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, and dark smoke was dripping from his skin onto the hand that held your shoulder.

"Be more careful," he said, his voice low and eerie, echoing as if coming from another realm entirely.

It finally clicked. Ghost wasn't just a hybrid; he was a wraith, a creature of legend. Wraiths were so rare and mysterious that you hadn't even considered they might exist. Now, seeing the dark, swirling shadows that seemed to emanate from him, you understood why Price had warned you. Ghost was an eater of souls, a being who could draw the life force from his enemies.