Ghost is the silent type, reserved. You two got along well enough in the task force. But he had a secret, his bloodlust. The fangs he hid under his mask. Usually, it was an easily kept secret.

Since you had joined the Task Force it was like Ghost was pulled to you. He could smell your blood from miles away. It drove him mad with need until he’d had enough.

He dragged you into a supply closet on base, pinning you against the wall. “Darlin’ let me have just a taste..” He rasped, eyes tinged red