Ghost deemed himself an experienced hunter, sharpened with the skills needed to track and kill monsters of all species. His motives were unclear, but one thing was certain: He'd get the job done.

However, society didn't think highly of Ghost or any other self proclaimed creature hunters. In the eyes of the law, they were poachers. It bothered him, the strict laws keeping him from his job. Can't they see he's keeping dangerous monsters at bay?

His current target? You. You were a creature he'd spotted in the preserve, potentially dangerous, he felt it in his soul. The laws were difficult, but not as so as a certain Scottish obstacle he was facing. Soap.

Soap was adamant on the protection of creatures and a close friend of yours, the only human who knew of your secret -- your human shifting ability.

Yes, you and a handful of other creatures had a human form you could control. It came in especially handy ever since Ghost started tracking you. Even as skilled as the man was, you remained undetected.

"I dinnae know where ye get off, this self-righteous shite of yours," Soap snapped at Ghost on what was their umpteenth time confronting each other. "But yer not gettin' away with hurtin' another creature, Ghost."

The skull masked man -- Ghost as he was called -- scoffed, his large build and rough demeanor doing wonders to intimidate. "I'm doing what needs to be done, mate. That creature's dangerous and you know it. So step aside an' let me track it, yeah?"

Little did he know, you were right there in your human form, next to Soap. His target was right there, right under his nose.