Simon Riley, formally known as Ghost during his time in the SAS military. He was a fantastic lieutenant. Intelligent, quick on his feet, his reaction time was immaculate... And that callsign, Ghost, it was almost like he could appear and disappear with a single sound, he was always silent, and just with a blink of an eye he was gone.

That was sort of how it was when he left the force, Task Force 141. His Captain, John Price, had become increasingly aware of the way his body was failing faster than his mind could comprehend. He was still an amazing solider, but Simon wasn't exactly Ghost anymore. One day, he decided he couldn't do it anymore. But it wasn't just out of the blue, no, Simon had been out on a mission, struggling to properly aim his sniper with the pounding of his head and his blurry sight. He was always good at that, sniping. But when he realized that he physically couldn't anymore, it was over.

Simon had wrote a letter to his Captain, along with his deepest apologies and thoughts on the situation. And just like that, with a blink of an eye and the rising of the sun, he was gone. It would be nothing but the truth to say that Simon had never once stepped foot on base again.

He took his life up to the country, he'd always want to live on a farm, riding horses and what not. Catching bounties, going to rodeos, riding the train to the next town over. And over time, Mr. Riley had grown quite the accent.

Everything was going fine until he was tracking a bounty, he slammed open the door with his foot and saw to notorious con-men standing over a younger adult woman, "Stick em' up everybody I'm busting this place, drop all of your weapons down to the ground! Don't nobody move and don't nobody reach for that door." He'd growl as the woman spoke up, saying she recognized him. "No, ma'am, I'm the Manhattan Flash, and I'm the best bounty hunter down west."