#Monster roach

[hollow-grave-diggs]

my friend sent me a meme and I needed to draw Roach over it. Doodle of Creature Roach and original meme under the cut.

[yvnziee]

you wouldn’t be anywhere near comprehending my dreams to understand how i got to this point in life—drawing grown warriors—afraid of a platypus—clinging onto princesses

[whywouldisayprinter]

Currently obsessed with them a normal amount (please look at the details they're the most self indulgent stuff ever & I love them)

[dennydreadful]

[the-raindeer-king]

Monster au (no content warning. Gn reader, use of y/n, reader is a medium)

The two of them always show up late in the evening, far after the sun has set. It's easy to clock which one of them is a vampire, especially since you've never really seen him eat anything. He'll order something, sure. But the food always gets packed away in a to-go box that Johnny takes.

You learn through Johnny that the other man's name is Simon. Oddly normal name for a vampire, you think. But maybe he hasn't been around long. You don't bother asking, it seems rude too.

But that's the routine. Johnny and Simon come in late, sit in your section, and have dinner. Sometimes you take your break with them. It doesn't feel like you're forcing yourself into their little group. Hell, Johnny's your roommate. But sometimes, the way Simon stares at you makes butterflies erupt in your tummy and heats your cheeks.

You're pleasantly surprised when Simon comes in with someone else tonight. It's not a complete shock; Johnny's preoccupied with the full moon. But you've never seen them come in with anyone else, and you've certainly never seen this man before.

You head over to his table with a smile, already pulling your pen out of your apron pocket. “Hey, Si. You're here early,” you comment. A technical truth. The sun had set only thirty minutes ago; the sky still aglow with the remains of the day.

“Soap said you don't work late tonight,” he replies.

Another truth. One of the new girls took your typical shift, meaning you'd have been long gone by the time Simon normally comes in.

“Couldn't lose your favorite server,” you joke, noting the way his eyes crinkle, a sign he's smiling under his medical mask.

You turn to his friend, an apologetic smile on your face. “Where are my manners? I'm Y/N. I'll be your server tonight.”

Both men stare at you, different looks on their faces. Simon's eyebrows are furrowed together, confusion dancing across his eyes. The other man, dark hair and even darker eyes, stares at you in shock, mouth agape.

“Love, who are you talking to?” Simon asks carefully, his honeyed eyes darting between you and the other man.

“Your friend,” you answer, reality already settling heavy in your chest. You've gotten pretty good at telling the difference between the living and the dead, and haven't had a slip up in awhile. Only to ruin it all in front of the man you've been trying to impress.

“I, uh, I mean… let me get you some water,” you awkwardly fumble out, turning and practically running away.

You fumble around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes, hoping maybe he'll just leave. But that's the thing with the undead: they've got endless patience. Simon's practically glaring holes into the other side of the booth, as you return with a glass of ice water.

“Sit.”

It's not a question, and you know better than to argue. The other man scoots over, and you sit beside him. Subconsciously, you wrap your hands around the glass of the cup, the cold grounding you to the present situation.

The man moves his hand slowly, mouthing something as he does. It takes you a second to realize that he’s using sign language, that either he didn’t speak during life or his death removed the ability to. You don’t ask, just appreciate that he’s signing slowly so you can keep up.

“Your nickname was Roach?” you ask, outloud, missing the way Simon’s posture changes at the statement.

The man explains that his name is Gary, but Simon knows him as Roach. They were in the military together, before Simon got turned. This is news to you, as you had only gathered bits and pieces of Simon’s life from the things Johnny and him had dropped during casual conversation. Which, in all honesty, wasn’t a lot of information.

Finally, you turn to look at Simon, who stares like he’s seen a ghost (pun not intended). He stares intensely at the spot where Gary sits, like if he stares hard enough he’ll be able to see him. After a moment, he turns his dark eyes on you, frowning.

“So, you can see the dead?” he asks.

“I prefer the term medium, but yes, I can see the dead,” you agree. “Can hear them too, sometimes. It depends on the spirit.”

Simon sighs, leaning back in the booth. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to go off on you. For a man, literally and metaphorically, surrounded by the ghosts of his past, he’s equally impressed as he is pissed that you didn’t say anything sooner. But, for now, he needs to know what Roach wants. The man deserves peace, after everything they went through together.

“Okay, so what does he want?”

“What?”

“Sanderson. What does he want?”

Now, it’s your turn to stare in confusion, eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

Simon grumbles under his breath for a moment. “Don’t ghosts usually linger when they’ve got unfinished business, or whatever? So, if he’s still hanging around, then what’s the issue? Why hasn’t he passed on yet?”

“Oh, uh…” you reply, glancing over at Gary, who shrugs in response.

You learned pretty early on that, in some cases, the deceased just can’t move on. Sometimes it’s because they need help moving on, a burial in the wrong spot, missing important items, ect. Tangible things that they have no power in controlling. But, sometimes, it’s because they’re stuck in eternal limbo, better known as purgatory, condemned to wander the earth forever. But you’ve got a feeling that telling Simon this isn’t going to end well, so you keep it to yourself for now.

“He, uh, he doesn’t know,” you tell Simon, who looks like he might blow a gasket.

[frankiesmileshow]

Roach monsters tonight!! On my stream. aaayup. (not those, theyre already done!)

Tune in here - https://www.twitch.tv/frankiepixelshow

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Monster!Reader (Part 4)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Manipulation, Phycological Horror, Forced Amnesia, Light Gore, Dismemberment, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Broken Limbs, Poorly translated Russian, Character Death (background), Mentions of eating people (not technically cannibalism since the reader isn’t a human), Traditionally female monsters but reader is kept GN.

A/N: I uh, got a little bit darker with this one. And I’ll give credit where credit is do. @ghouljams I didn’t do it on purpose but when I was proofreading Roach’s part I realized it sounded a lot like Threat. It was a complete fucking accident 🖐.

König - Pixie

The heat around him was suffocating him, especially with his mask on. The sweat soaking through the fabric and making it stick to his face. Troublesome, making him unable to focus on the target through the scope of the rifle. So he opted to simply tear it off, careful to keep it within reach should he need it. But he hadn’t realized that in doing so, he left himself vulnerable to the many bugs surrounding him. Mosquitoes especially, annoying little things that he had to keep smushing.

And when he felt something soft and light brush against his cheek, he didn’t even think before he smacked it, startled by the crunch of something and a cry of pain. Loud in his ear but quiet when he pulled his hand away to see….you. Clutching your bent leg, one of your shimmering wings at an odd angle, sobbing your heart out in the palm of his hand, clearly in quite a bit of pain. He panicked, forgetting the fact that this was a very weird situation and that five minutes ago he didn’t even know that pixies existed, just cooing to you and gently trying to examine you, jumping when you screamed as he brushes his fingertip against your wing.

“*Tut mir leid!” He cried, probably a bit too loudly considering the way you jumped in fear, curling in on yourself the best you could. A scared little injured mouse in the paw of the fierce lion. “It’s okay. Shh, I will help you, *Kleines Glühwürmchen. Don’t be afraid. *Es tut mir so leid.”

He pulled you close to his chest, shushing you even as you beat at his fingers with your tiny body, kicking with your good leg, biting, and scratching at him as he placed you in a pocket of his vest, clicking it shut so you couldn’t fall out when he moved. He still had a job to do, but he promises he’ll take care of you afterwards! Bandage you up and get you back to perfect health again. He hoped those pretty wings of yours weren’t as fragile as they looked, hoped that they would heal so you could fly around again.

If not, well, he’d just have to keep taking care of you.

Roach - Jorōgumo

How you two met was kind of a mystery to Roach, like a haze had taken over his mind. He remembered soft lips, music, flashing lights. Did he drink? He must have. It was the only thing that could rationalize the pure confusion that night brought up. All he knew was that he woke up to you lazily stroking at his head, and it felt like coming home. Like safety and love. So fuzzy with the feeling that he doesn’t even question when you stay in his home, when you crawl into his bed at night and kiss at his neck. Just giggle when he slurs out how much he loves you, how he can’t live without you. The feeling so overpowering that nothing began to feel real except for the touch of you.

He doesn’t remember his friends anymore, his brothers in arms. Their names forgotten somewhere in the back of his mind. Sometimes the thought of them itches at him, scratches at his skull like a rat in a jar. Incessantly, loudly, painfully. He’ll ask you, voice softened by a headache that pounds in his frontal lobe, if you know what he’s forgotten. But all you do is smile and kiss his cheek, and suddenly all those worries and the pain just fade away, putting him right back into that place of cotton candy sweet happiness and love.

He doesn’t notice the near invisible strings that wrap tighter and tighter around him everyday, cinching around his neck like a noose but never really biting into him. And your eyes always sparkling with poorly hidden mirth as he scratched at his neck, asking if you saw a hair that he couldn’t get. He believes you when you say no, doesn’t question you when you lick along that same line that night.

Ignorance is bliss, and he’d do anything to stay in your arms.

Rudy - Witch

Rudy didn’t encounter you first hand for a long time but he found traces of you everywhere for months on end. Short curly hairs in his food, strange animals watching him from behind buildings and trees, and the ever present feeling of eyes watching him. Always the eyes, daggers digging into his back, reminding him of how he was never alone. Always watched. It was unnerving but also….comforting. On his loneliest nights, on his most dangerous missions, those eyes were always watching him. Keeping him company.

Some days he woke up swearing he felt the warmth of you at his side. The shape of your body denting his mattress, the weight of your arm tossed over his waist, the feel of your legs tangling with his. It was maddening as much as it was exhilarating and he couldn’t stop the wave of pure lust that rolled through him, needing to stroke his heavy and aching cock while those feelings still remained. Eyes rolling back in his head when he felt a phantom tongue lick the cum off his belly after he’d finished himself off.

But of course not everything can be so hot for Rudy. There are things that start to scare him. Nightmares of creatures looming over his bed, the vague shape of people in the dark corners of his room, sleep paralysis, and of course the sudden death or dismemberment of the people around him.

A too aggressive superior grabs his shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, and he loses that same hand in a freak accident with a shredder. A kind recruit bumps shoulders with him in the hallway and has half of her body burned during a mission. A man in a bar flirts with him and ends up dead in an alleyway, his own cock ripped off and shoved down his throat, eyes gouged out of his head, and his heart missing from his chest cavity.

That last one might be what scares Rudy most. As he’d woken up to a box on his bedside table, the vital organ still beating in the pretty red paper around it. But most horrifying was that he….wasn’t upset by it. Found his own heart swelling with affection as he reached out to touch it, feeling cold fingers creep along the back of his neck, leaving bloody trails. It felt like love sinking into his very soul.

Nikto - Rusalka

Nikto couldn’t remember how he got to the lake. Couldn’t remember why he wanted to be at the lake. But here he stood, at the water’s edge, peering into the dark depths of it, moonlight shining on the surface. Soft slow waves lapping at the tips of his boots like a dog welcoming him home. Was this home? Nothing felt like it anymore. Nothing made him feel safe and warm and comforted, all the things people described as home. Nothing but that big moon, staring down at him. The chill of the breeze nipping at his cheeks through his mask, and the gentle touch of a hand reaching out to stroke at the small patch of skin on his ankle not covered by his pants or socks.

“I’ve missed you.” He heard you whisper, and he couldn’t even bring himself to listen to the voices in his head whispering that it was a lie. Your voice somehow overpowered them. It was the only thing that did. “*Мой сладкий ягненок. Step a little closer.” You beg, voice soft and pleading, ringing in his head like the wind chimes his Babushka used to hang around her house. He couldn’t deny you.

Slowly, carefully, he stepped deeper into the water, your approving hum vibrating through his bones. Deeper and deeper he waded, but never seemed to reach you. Not until the water was at his neck, your unnaturally sharp teeth glinting just below the surface of the waves.

“*хороший мальчик.” You whispered, the words making his heart pound despite the cold’s best attempts at making his blood slow. He sighed as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him forward until his face was nestled in the crook of your neck, humming a soft lullaby in his ear. He never understood why you didn’t kill him. Why didn’t drag him down into the watery depths like so many men before him but….he was glad for it. Glad to spend another day cradled in your arms, fingers slipping under his mask to tenderly trace his scars.

And if one day you changed your mind, then he’d be just as glad to be in his watery grave. His bones lining your nest, his flesh nourishing you, his very soul haunting you for the rest of your life, your guardian forevermore. Oh, what bliss.

*Tut mir leid! = I’m sorry!

*Kleines Glühwürmchen. = Little Firefly. (Also can mean Glowworm but the intention is Firefly.)

*Es tut mir so leid. = I’m so sorry

*Мой сладкий ягненок. = My sweet lamb.

*хороший мальчик. = Good boy.

[raven-blood-13]

had this sitting for awhile and finally got around to finishing it

Gregor and my oc Anna because I have the power to do that. I want to do my own take on his arm design later but decided to try to be semi on model for this.

listen this bug man is keeping the strings of my mind together

[concernedgravy]

Day 13 of Codtober - Beach

Even though Gaz has to stay in the shade, he can still appreciate a beach day 😌

[bfleuter]

Went back and added a bunch to that Roach piece, as I liked it a lot.  It's also this month's Patreon desktop, sticker, and print for those interested. (All my desktops are also available on Ko-Fi)

[diejager]

Sgt. Gary “Roach” Sanderson

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

Sparrow masterlist | f,r Pairing: TF141 x fem!vampire!reader

Your call sign, Sparrow, make people underestimate you a lot, a small and quiet bird for a TF of beasts, but that’s where people make their first mistake when you’re the one to strike first.

[hollow-grave-diggs]

Did you know roaches can and will eat anything? And that they have multiple eyes? Did you know that roaches have been around for almost 280 billion years? That many roaches are cannibals? Isn’t it all fascinating?

[blu3-ja3]

Monsters Au O'Connor specifically THIS au by @bluegiragi ! It's so tasty yummy! Idk what Roach's monster would be... I'm thinking maybe a witch that has the Black Hellhound (Ripley) as a familiar or shifter whose form is very similar to the black hound...I could make him a ghost of sorts... idk

ANYWAYS!

Banshee O'Connor! She just kinda popped into my head and has been simmering quietly in the background.

So a bit of folk lore on banshees before we get into O'Connor's origins and such. So in Irish and some Scottish folklore banshees are an omen of death, hearing a banshee's kneeing or wailing means a family member has died. But they're also omens of misfortune and strife, often being spotted in the country sides or on roads. They ARE fae creatures and they're always depicted as crying women. They can on occasion be spirits or ghosts as well.

So! O'Connor's origins as a banshee. She's a human, still a doctor and combat medic. She's specialized in monster medical (dragons beings her personal favorites) so shes been paired with Price for a very long time, she's a part of his hoard. After Williams death O'Connor went back out onto the field and was redeployed with Price again. On a mission O'Connor is burned to death... She is dead. Price attended her funeral and in O'Conner's will he received Will's 4 leaf clover necklace as well as a small container with her ashes. Price grants her final wish and has her ashes incorporated into a pendant similar to Will's. O'Connor's ashes are made into a pink clover flower. Price keeps both Will's and O'Connor's pendants on a small chain.

The first time Price hears the wailing he's confused, he's out in the field and once it stops Price is informed a soldier was shot and killed. It happens multiple times after that and every time a soldier dies. Price is concerned because the wailing sounds more and more like O'Connor until Price is certain it's her. The first time Price spots her, he convinces himself it's his imagination. The next few times Price sees the figure, she gets closer and Price can make out more details.

It definitely looks like O'Connor but she's a twisted version of herself. Her eyes are black with little embers in it and tears falling softly from them. Her skin is pale and there are long cracks throughout, Price can see what looks like smoldering wood under the skin. O'Connor's hair floats like she's in water, it looks like fire with the wisps of smoke rising from it. Her fingers are blackened and her body is a little translucent.

Price is almost entirely convinced he's gone insane but he hears Soap talking about the wailing and how he's almost certain someone is haunted by a banshee but he doesn't know who. Price tells the team about O'Connor and the thing he's been seeing. Ghost is the one to suggest trying to talk to her the next time she appears.

It's not for a long time but when she appears again she's standing next to Price. He heard the soft cries and hollow wails before he saw her. But before Price could say anything O'Connor began moving towards Gaz. She reaches out for him and moves him towards Price as another soldier dashes towards them. As soon as the man gets to where Gaz was the soldier is killed in a volley of bullets that would have absolutely caught Gaz if he was still there. By the time Price turned to talk to O'Connor after the fighting she was gone again.

Price finally gets his chance when he's on base, they'd just return from a particularly rough mission and several soldiers were injured. Price was in his office when he heard soft mournful singing through the halls. Price followed it finding Soap and Ghost already up. Gaz and Roach were following behind Price. They all stood outside the medical bay as the singing spilled through.

Price walked in alone and saw O'Connor, she was slightly different then before. She wasn't smoking, her eyes weren't just embers; they were her usual green no black anywhere. Her skin was still cracked but there wasn't any smoldering underneath. She was still crying but it wasn't as constant, only a few tears every so often.

O'Connor's figure was hovering next to a sleeping soldier, the boy was severely burned and started to cry in pain. She reached down gently caressing his cheek and that seemed to calm him down. She was singing a lullaby Price recognize, she'd often sing it to William when he was a baby.

"Maevis?" Price watched as the figure drifted over to another soldier who started crying in pain, again she lightly caressed him. Price stood and watched quietly as O'Connor continued to drift around the room, singing and comforting the injured. He shivers as she moves closer, as he exhales he can see his breath. As soon as the cold is there it passes, moving with O'Connor as she drifts.

She continued to hum before drifting towards the exit, gesturing for Price to follow her. She phased through and Price opened it and followed. The rest of his team was still standing around waiting for Price. He looked around and spotted O'Connor's figure down the hall.

"That's creepy..." Price heard Gaz mumble as they followed behind him.

She guides them towards Price's office, stopping and waiting for them before continuing on. Once inside the office they looked around for the woman. She appeared in the corner furthest from everyone, her figure still the same.

"John..."

"Maevis what are you doing... How are you here?"

"I don't know how I'm here... I think I'm here to warn or protect you... I don't entirely understand what is happening..."

" Protect me from what?" A kind and gentle smile appears on her face.

" Loss... Maybe not death itself but death coming too soon. The first few times I could only stray so far, I wasn't able to protect your men, your horde... I didn't even know what I was doing..."

"We saw you save Gaz, why not save the other soldier?"

"Because some deaths are inescapable... That was one such death... I'm sorry, I did try."

"How are you here now? What's changed?"

"Something is coming, a wave of deaths that should be avoided... I don't know when or where they'll happen but I know they're coming... I'm here to help you John."

They all watch as O'Connor's eyes begin to cloud over black encompassing everything, a single blue ember igniting in each eye. Tears begin streaming down her cheeks as the cinders and smoke begin to ignite and plume. She lets out a quiet baleful wail.

"Maevis? What's wrong? What happened?"

"That young man didn't make it... Poor child... I must go, I must help the lad crossover..." She drifts past them before disappearing through the walls.

After sometime O'Connor became part of their little team, regaining her rank as Captain. It took a bit of time but eventually O'Connor learned how to properly interact with physical items and objects, allowing her to be placed back into the fields with the team.

She's mostly for infiltration and recon, occasionally using her abilities to see other spirits to gain information. O'Connor is a bit of an uncommon monster because she's an undead/ghost. She's rare because she's fully conscious and not vengeful. O'Connor's ability to be aware and cooperative is rare amongst Spirit Classed entities. She's not just a shell of memories nor hell bent on revenge against the living.

Powers

Can go incorporeal/corporeal with ease

Slight emotional manipulation (Calming effect but also Fear effects)

Invisibility

Slight Premonitions (Can kinda see people's deaths if they're in the right scenario ie Gaz)

Control over flames (is very slight but could easily be trained to be more powerful)

Slight Flight (More hovering)

General ghost shit

Can see other spirits and occasionally helps them cross over.

Weaknesses

Salt

Holy water/crucifix

Exorcism type shit... She's a ghost lol

Silver (fae)

COD Master List

[femoso-seben]

CoD Monster AU

Price is an old-ass fire-breathing dragon. Was quite content with his life until he met a human traveler from the East. Grew to be interested in traveling and gaining more gold and shit to hoard. His opinion of humans at that time was one of apathy. It was until his traveler friend was burnt at the stake for being a witch.

Horangi is a tiger beast who was once worshipped as a God/ mountain spirit. Was given human brides as a sacrifice. He Fell for one of his brides until the other poisoned her to death, she was pregnant with his children.

Ghost gives me gargoyle energy. For most of his early life, he looked for a nice decrepit castle to sit on and judge passersby. Was heavily discriminated against by humans for the way he looked. He ended up hiding himself from prying eyes until he met a burnt human girl who made him feel more comfortable in his skin. they parted ways promising to meet again… that never happened. Humans have short lives.

Soap is def a werewolf on the younger side like born in the 80s def a punk rock kid. At this time humans were losing the war to the monsters. Soap fell for an eccentric human girl. She died protecting him. His heart hardened to humans who took his lover away.

Alejandro is a Jaguar spirit/ beast man.

Rodolfo gives off a flying serpent.

Graves is definitely a vampire that colonized shit for his own power but never judge them for their skin/ race but if their monsters or human. Is filthy rich. Once traveled all of Europe with his human wife before she died of old age.

König is definitely a Cthulhu-like monster. Was a runt and left to die until humans captured him. A random wench found him and returned home to the ocean.

Gaz is a young harpy who grew up in a time of war. Lost many of his family to humans who napalm his home. Has a pretty negative view of humans.

Valeria is a gorgon, she once well for a human girl, before she was killed.

Laswell is a “fairy” of sorts. She does her best to keep the monster human struggle civilized.

Farah Anqa bird woman who’s fighting a Remain of the human government from Russia.

Roach is a Banshee siren hybrid that keeps quiet for the sake of his teammates.

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Part of Price’s hoard is Ghost. He found the young gargoyle wandering looking for a castle to call home. At that point, Price wanted to travel. Ghost spent most of his time guarding the castle.

Price meets Farah and helps her push back the human forces, losing a horn in the process. One of his wings has a giant hole in it, can’t really fly but will glide.

Horangi met König when König was Beaches in Korea became acquaintances but truly became friends once they joined Kortac to fight against humans.

Graves and 141 aren’t on the same side, graves still see humans as pathetic pets that can be easily controlled and not the fearsome threat that they are.

Alejandro, Rudolpho, and Valeria were once friends until they suffered the same fate and took the pain differently. Valeria wanted pure revenge while both Alejandro and Rudolpho wanted to mourn.

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Honestly, I kinda of want to write romance fanfic for most of them lol would anyone be interested in

[cod-dump]

Non-Human/Monster AU:

Roach is a siren who took a vow of silence in order to prevent him from accidentally hypnotizing people or seducing them. After one too many instances where he unintentionally seduced someone, he decided to stop verbally communicating and learned BSL. He spends the majority of his time in pool on base and wears gear to help keep moisture in when away from it for long periods of time. As a socially unaccepted non-human, Roach keeps to himself and refrains from going into public.

Price is an elf, having lived through many eras thanks to his elven blood. Along with being resistant to fire and extreme temperatures, Price is generally immune to most magic. Unfortunately, this immunity also prevents him from being able to perform magic himself, and effectively making it where he cannot be healed by healing magic and has to use old fashioned medicine to get better. While Price and others have speculated that he is cursed, nothing has been done to break it due to him living as long as he has without issue.

Soap is a wolf lycan, or a werewolf. Being one of the more socially accepted non-humans, Soap was able to grow up in a healthy environment. And like his father, Soap chose to take the initiative to become a certified support lycan. While he had a bright career ahead of him involving therapy and rehabilitation, Soap chose to join the military and help active soldiers. He was paired with several different soldiers to be their support lycan but ultimately went separate ways when Soap started to focus more on himself.

Gaz is a changeling who was adopted by the mother of the child he was originally meant to replace. When his adoptive mother went to retrieve her stolen child, she refused to give Gaz back and decided to raise him as her own. Despite being a socially unaccepted non-human, his mother gave him a good life and Gaz identified vaguely as just a 'fae' to prevent as much hostility as possible towards him. Gaz has a gift in magic due to his fairy blood and is talented in breaking wards and shielding his team from magical attacks.

Ghost is a unidentified undead creature. Like all undead beings, he is ridiculed and rejected by society, which led him to living a very introvert lifestyle. None know what he is but it is known that he shows a strong sense of loyalty towards Price and never puts himself first, no matter the situation. He always chooses to care for his team and those under his care, ignoring his own injuries or care. Ghost never talks about his past and avoids even acknowledging that someone had even mentioned anything about it.

[hallo-anon]

141!Monster au Part 2

Banshee!Roach who blew out Simon's eardrums before he died, then took a vow never to speak again

Barguest!Alex who has dog-like features(Ears, tail, legs) and gets commonly mistaken for a werewolf

Shahmaran!Farah who has the bottom half of a Arabian Horned Viper with the horns on her forehead as well

Alebrijes!Alejandro who can shapeshift, but it can only be into a hybrid of 2 or more animals with very wacky and eccentric colors

Comaztoz!Rudy who has horrible vision and amazing hearing, to the point he has to wear sound dampening earplugs half the time

Quetzalcoatl!Valeria who's human form has scales and feathers down her spine, arms, and legs but no wings

Banshee!Roach who has to have bronze dog tags because he can't touch iron

Barguest!Alex who can smell death and knows when a soldier can't be saved

Shahmaran!Farah who keeps it a secret that her blood has healing capabilities

Alebrijes!Alejandro who has to cover up head to toe on stealth ops cause he glows in the dark

Camaztoz!Rudy who has large bat wings and accidently scares the shit out of people at night

Quetzalcoatl!Valeria who huffs out smoke when aggravated due to her ability to breathe fire