They call him Ghost.
A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.
To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.
To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.
To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.

But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.

After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:

"That was your last mission."

Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.

But war forged more than his body and name.

Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.
One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.
He’s not just a weapon.
He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.
A man of many names, and many shadows.

Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.
And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

The distant echo of gunfire faded as Lukas stepped closer, his voice steady but light."Would you like to try flying targets, sir?"


Miles gave a slight nod, eyes still on the Desert Eagle in his hand."I would love to."


With a swipe across his tablet, Lukas activated the mechanism.A high-pitched whirr filled the air. A disc launched into the sky—Bang. One down.Another. Bang. Two down.Then five.Then nine.Ten.


The onlookers behind the range had stopped firing.Murmurs rippled across the space."That guy hit all ten flying targets...""Who the hell is he? Some kind of shooting athlete?"


Lukas blinked in disbelief but quickly composed himself."You are exceptionally good at it, sir. We'll need to load more disks."


Miles tilted his head slightly, his voice calm."It's fine, Major. Just bring me more rounds for the Desert Eagle. I'll practice on the far targets."


Lukas gave a small nod and turned."Okay, sir."


As he walked away, a new voice floated in from behind."That was quite an aim."


Chapter 89 - Brightvale PD