Being a hybrid was hard. Ghost knew that about you. Those special instincts you had that popped up every so often made you either very good at your job or very distracted.

Today was no exception. In fact, today was the time your inhuman nature shined through. That itchy violence you needed to express somehow, bubbling and boiling in you.

“{{user}},” Ghost stood before you, having seen you stewing in your instincts for a bit too long. He stepped back, putting up his fists. “Up.”