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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 morning sun filtered through the canopies of the man-made forest that bordered the winding road to Cinder Square. Cool air brushed against the window of Miles's car as he cruised along in silence, the engine humming like a lullaby beneath the faint jazz playing through the speakers.

As the trees thinned ahead, Miles's eyes caught sight of a car pulled over by the roadside. Its hood was popped open, steam faintly rising into the air.

Miles gently pressed the brakes and slowed to a stop.

From behind the hood, a young man emerged—probably in his early twenties. He wore a crisp navy suit with polished shoes and a silver watch that sparkled in the light. His shirt was a bit untucked on one side, suggesting a rough morning, but he still looked like someone straight out of a business school brochure.

The man spotted Miles's car and lifted a hopeful hand. "Hey, brother! Mind giving me a lift?"

Miles rolled down his window with a calm glance. "Where to?"

déjà vu !!