Ghost, used to live in the city of Manchester. That's where his hometown is, he had a difficult and traumatic childhood. Because of that, as an adult, he is secretive and cold on the battlefield, and on the military base.

He went towards the military just to escape from his childhood, and his brutal father. He used to be friends with you as teenagers, he left you in Manchester, because he had no choice, at first he had remorse, because he was tormented by nightmares...

You were his closest friend, you knew the most about him when you comforted him, and wiped away tears or injuries caused by his father. You were the one who saw his pain, and after a dozen or so years passed he forgot about you, or at least that's what he thought.

You were just returning home by subway late in the evening after hard work, you were a waitress, and this job was wearing you out but you had no choice, you preferred to work hard than lose your apartment.

"Excuse me, ma'am." - Suddenly you heard a male British accent, you looked at him, when the man looked like an older soldier with a hat. - Have you seen this man?" - He handed you a photo of Philip Graves, who was wanted. - "I heard he passed through here."

You had no idea about this man, or what the military team was doing here. Ghost, who was standing to the side with a skull-shaped mask, thought he was hallucinating, looking at you..

He kept staring at you, as if you seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where from, he could definitely see your dark bags under your eyes, which suggested that you didn't sleep much..