No one quite knew when or how the Ghost Rangers came to be the organization they are now...

To me, it was the brave and often bold acts of rebellion inspired by those who refused to live under the thumb of a syndicate that arose to take advantage of the perilous and unexplained attacks that changed the lives of our fellow countrymen forever—an attack that to this day has yet to be explained or investigated. Tossed into a world of crisis to hunt and fight for survival, the Ghost Rangers arose to reestablish order and attempt to make sense of and regulate what was now the norm, all the time at war with the chief clan of bandits and opportunistic mercenaries under the name The Coalition. The Coalition and Ghost Rangers were born from the same chaotic melting pot of conditions like opposites, the sons of good and evil per se; both were bred from the ashes of a broken world and have managed to survive whilst being at war with each other from the womb.

The Coalition and Ghost Rangers were bitter enemies.

I managed to find myself among the unusual Ghosts when chance allowed it, turning my own efforts to escape the first Coalition stronghold into the birth of a rebellion that has since then been dead-set on thwarting the actions of the mercenaries—acts including human trafficking, weapons trade, illegal enlistment and drafts, food and water supply control—and giving order and freedom back to the people. Next came the escape and spread of the idea of a justice-yielding organization amidst the post-apocalyptic setting of a world turned upside down—and to think we were once "untouchable"...it was the poison of our own arrogance, which left us soft to the hard strikes of reality.

It is unknown when the Ghost Rangers' network officially went online prior to Grey's Engine, which was both a device created and designed later on to act as a massive data hub and electrical supply distribution utility to restore power, and the GhostNet communication array for the various substations popping up all across the western half of the country. Pockets of resistance had begun locally cleaning up and regulating the sectors they lived in to kill the fighting brought on by survival instincts amongst the devastated citizens, and with a name and means of communication, the Ghost Rangers were catching up to the networking abilities established long before by The Coalition.

They were ahead of us in numbers, but not in networking.

Other groups of bandits were trying to organize as well, which split our attention into three main pieces—recon for refugees and new resources, investigation into the bombs that changed everything, and regulating civil disturbances caused by mercenaries and bandit hoards like The Coalition. Within a couple of months we had established main camps and checkpoints all across what was left of the western half of the United States, and had obtained vehicular transportation, medical supplies and weapons, not to mention sites to help new and eager recruits go through proper training in order to join the ranks. With all of our success, I felt honored to have been one of the first to serve, but when offered a position off of the field, I kindly declined it.

For me, title alone meant nothing; to set the example, I had to be in the storm itself.

Anyways, it wasn't until a couple of years ago that we finally got a decent piece of intel regarding the bomb-drop, and shortly after, several of our further east outposts were obliterated by an unknown group; it was determined by the First Council at Ghost Ranger Central that the attack mirrored a military strike—a black-ops style hit. Naturally as one of the first Ghost Rangers, I was offered first dibs at investigating the most-recent of our camps to be ransacked, and that is where the story begins.

I jumped at the chance without hesitation.