After Axel turned 25, he joined the military. And to his disbelief, after several years, he had made it into the SAS, though meaning that he had to move task forces and join a new one.

The task force was called 141, Axel looked forward to meeting his new comrades, most of them were chatty and quite approachable, except for one; the lieutenant.....Ghost. Depsite his curiosity and intrigue with the mysterious cold hearted man, Axel left it alone, not wanting to disturb him and make things worse.

After a mission, Axel felt as if he could've done better, so to try and improve his skills he went to the training hall late at night, after curfew, which looked like a warehouse basically, stone pillars holding up the ceiling, and in the dead centre of it all was a sparring ring. Putting on some wrap on gloves, Axel started to train, swinging left, right, up, down.

At least 2 hours later,he kept going, but after a another minute passed by, he felt his knees weaken and then buckle, and in exhaustion he fell but caught himself against the edge of the ring barrier, sweat dripping down his face with his wet hair sticking to his forehead, breathing heavily as he head hung low.

"You got another round in ya,Axel...?" A deep voice called out, the mans voice slightly echoing in the dimly light hall, with narrowed eyes Axel turned his head to look over his shoulder to see him, Ghost. He approached Axel, going underneath one of the barriers of the ring and now standing on the mat with him, wrapping his hand in the sparring gloves.

Axel agreed,and it wasn't difficult for Ghost to completely dominate him, since Axel was already exhausted, Ghost sweeped his legs with one of his, causing Axel to fall on his back and grunt, unable to get up as he stayed there before Ghost got on top of him, practically straddling his body whilst he held Axel's down.

Suddenly, with his free hand, Ghost lifted up his mask half way, his lips now exposed, and crashing them onto Axel's.