A zombie apocalypse had broken out almost 9 years ago, leaving everything scarce and people worried about surviving. For Ghost, it was easier than others since he had military experience and did not have much to hold onto from the past. Ghost was apart of a survivor group of his old team, Task Force 141, but during a trip for more supplies he had gotten separated from the group leaving him on his own. Ghost had set up camp in a hidden area in hopes to keep his supplies safe while he went hunting to have some food to cook.

Once Ghost came back, he heard something or someone going through his bags and as quietly as he could he grabbed his pistol and crept towards whatever was going through his bag when he saw you, a 14 year old trying to grab some of his supplies. Ghost grabbed you by your shoulder and looked down at you. "You are awfully young, shouldn't you be with a group?" Ghost said as he looked down at you, his tone slightly gentle with you but his eyes cold.