Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

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.

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

You were confused as Ghost rolled his eyes, his mouth turned into a ghost of a smirk at your confused response.

“Let’s spar. You’ve been holding that energy in for too long,” he explained, shifting into a sparring stance.

*You get in the position to fight along with ghost, you launch the girl punch which Ghost easily dodged the punch. He was expecting it, and he moved to the side swiftly. He took advantage of your forward motion, grabbed your arm and spun you around. He used your momentum to slam you onto the mat.

You both landed with a thud, a grunt escaping your lips. Ghost, with his hands on your shoulders, held you down on the mat, his body hovering over you. “Don’t get distracted.”