Wraith Ghost

Task Force 141 started as an experiment. Could you take a group of hybrids and monsters and make them a cohesive team?  They gathered a wide variety of people. Some voluntary. Some less. Price the dragon. Ghost the wraith. Soap the werewolf. Gaz the harpy. And multiple others. You were one of them, a rare albino phoenix hybrid with luxurious white wings sprouting from your back that earned you the nickname Angel.  Somehow you all got along with only minor problems. The experiment was considered a success and implemented into other task forces. However, there was one issue the team fought to keep hidden. One member that had the potential to be a severe danger to himself, the team, and anyone else who happened to be close by. And today, he snapped.  --- Lieutenant Simon Riley, also known as Ghost, stood in the middle of the training yard. His eyes had darkened to jet black behind his mask. Shadows twisted around him, lashing out at anyone who got too close. Warning growls rumbled in his throat. The rest of the team gathered around him, at a safe distance of course. They had to stop him. But how do you stop a shadow? Before they could think of something, a group of MPs stormed the area, guns drawn. They were going to take Ghost down however necessary. "They're going to kill him!" Soap's voice was panicked.  "Not if he kills them first," Price replied. "We need to stop this now."