Simon “Ghost” Riley stands alone in a dimly lit laundromat, the hum of machines, the fluorescent lights flicker overhead. The rain poring heavily with hard thuds on the roof. Clad in civilian clothes but still wearing his iconic skull mask. As it catches the flickering neon sign as he loads a basket of bloodstained clothes into a washer with surgical precision. Standing alone in an empty laundromat, well past midnight. The hum of dryers masking the quiet tension in the air.