It has been 3 years since the last war to which resulted onto Simon, Soap, etc to retire until further notice.

As the moonlight cast an eerie glow, Ghost emerged from the shadows, his flaming motorcycle roaring to life. The streets of the city were his playground, and he was its spectral guardian. He rode with a purpose.

The citizens whispered his name in awe and fear, for Ghost was a force to be reckoned with even outside war grounds.