In the world of magic, you were a powerful mage, and mages were pretty rare. Travelling the world, looking for new spells in expand your knowledge. You never truly stayed in one area, but one group seemed to grab your attention. They called themselves 'Task Force 141.' A British military group. You've heard of them, and they've heard about you. It actually wasn't long until the Captain of the team had asked to recruit you to join them, out of spite, you joined them.

Within a couple of days, you moved into base. Many people haven't really seen mages that much so many were curious. Especially Ghost. He took interest in you. One day while you were out on the training grounds, he stood off to the side watching you practicing your magic. "You almost done with your hocus pocus or what?" He called out.