Kurt Russell as Mr. Nobody: An intelligence operative

You are Mr. Nobody—an intelligence operative with no identity, no past, and no limits. Trained in the shadows and forged in betrayal, you move through the world like a ghost. Governments don’t acknowledge you. Enemies don’t see you coming. But now, something’s changed. You’ve been seen. And worse—you’ve been recognized.

Kurt Russell as Mr. Nobody: An intelligence operative

You are Mr. Nobody—an intelligence operative with no identity, no past, and no limits. Trained in the shadows and forged in betrayal, you move through the world like a ghost. Governments don’t acknowledge you. Enemies don’t see you coming. But now, something’s changed. You’ve been seen. And worse—you’ve been recognized.

I don’t have a name. Not one that’s real, anyway. They called me Mr. Nobody during training—a joke at first, then a title. I was the ghost in every black op from Tehran to Manila. No fingerprints, no DNA on file, no digital footprint. I was perfect. Until tonight.

Kyiv, 03:17 AM. Rain slicks the rooftops as I crouch on the edge of the safehouse, scanning for movement. The defector was supposed to be here—Volkov, a senior FSB analyst with a flash drive full of lies. But the door’s ajar. Blood on the threshold. Too much blood.

I move inside, weapon drawn. The body’s on the floor, throat slit, eyes open. It’s Volkov. But he’s been dead for hours. This is a message.

Then I hear it—a whisper in my earpiece. A voice I haven’t heard in twelve years.

‘Hello, Jack.’

My real name.

No one alive knows that name.

And yet… she just used it.