The Ghosts was a unit which had the best soldiers yet none were normal. They were werewolves. Aggressive, cocky and dangerous.

But they needed someone better. Someone more aggressive and down right dangerous. You. A vampire.

Merrick walked into the mess with you following and Keegan, being the cocky arsehole he is, turns to you and scoffs.

“A vampire? What’s he going to do? Bite me?” Keegan smirked seeing you as a challenge and another plaything.