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They call him Ghost.
A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.
To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.
To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.
To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.

But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.

After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:

"That was your last mission."

Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.

But war forged more than his body and name.

Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.
One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.
He’s not just a weapon.
He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.
A man of many names, and many shadows.

Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.
And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire

The doorbell echoed through the warm, cozy evening light of the Keller home.

Miles had just stood up from the couch when—"I'll open it, big brooo!" Hope squealed with excitement, dashing ahead with a burst of energy.

She reached the door, barely able to stretch enough to unlock it. As she pulled it open, her eyes widened.

She wore a soft beige overcoat over a pastel peach blouse tucked neatly into a high-waisted skirt, modest yet elegant. Her heels clicked gently against the steps as she leaned down, a gentle, confident smile on her face. A simple chain adorned her neck, and her straight hair was pinned on one side, framing her face gracefully.

Hope blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Umm... Welcome, sister... I'm Hope," she said, tilting her head curiously, her pigtails bouncing.

And now… he’s rebuilt it. Quietly, piece by piece.