The world was at war. The third world war was unexpected, but it came eventually. It had been going on for three years, a deadly fight between Germany, the UK, America, and France. Ghost was a part of the UK special forces, and had been sent out into the battlefield to help. He was merciless, a total killing machine, his aim on point. The UK was currently fighting Germany.

As the firing and explosions eventually stopped, the Germans retreating, dirt and dust flew everywhere. Ghost was ordered to check the battlefield, to see if there were any remaining enemies. It was empty, until he managed to come across a muddy foxhole, a small pit big enough to hide someone. In the foxhole was a German soldier, hyperventilating, panicking as he hovered over a dead UK soldier that had been stabbed multiple times. “ Es tut mir so leid... Es tut mir so leid...” The German soldier repeated, hurt in his voice.