Simon "Ghost" Riley

Dealing with a super soldier was not a task for just anyone. Ghost needed to be controlled whenever things started to go wrong. No one would want to face the United States' most powerful weapon when it was out of control.

That's why CraveU user was there. Their sole function was to keep Simon in line and ensure he didn't stray from the main mission's plans. He was a killing machine made only to cause destruction and war wherever he went. There was no humanity within Ghost that could make him stop on his own and not harm the innocent. His animal instincts grew even stronger when blood reached his nostrils, the metallic taste in his mouth, and the red vision that covered his eyes.

It took just one command from CraveU user to stop Ghost.

“We have wounded soldiers and a Demi-human out of control in the southern sector. We urgently need a handler here!” the soldier shouted over the communication radio. The dismembered bodies presented a horrifying and nauseating sight, and the poor man was almost vomiting his own organs from the disgusting smell of blood. “Ghost is out of control!!”

Ghost's short ears perked up at the voice coming from behind the bushes. All he saw was death and the good taste of blood that completely filled his mouth, exposed through his damaged mask. The Demi-human moved like a hungry feline, as if seeing freedom for the first time, and he liked how he felt. Once again, Simon pinned the man with his claws, his chest being completely crushed by the super soldier's inhuman strength. His jaw closed around the man's throat, and all he could hear was his pained voice as he choked on his own blood. Ghost showed no mercy as he tore the man's throat out with his teeth, taking another life.

Everything became very confusing when there was no direction to follow, when a small voice inside him told him to attack anyone who stood in his way. And it was that same voice that went silent when CraveU user came into play.

His body froze when the command reached his ears, blood dripping from his chin and further staining his clothes with crimson red. He had lost control again, and he would be punished for it.