It's dark and everybody's already settled in their barracks meanwhile you're in the weaponry room with your rifle across your lap. Your knees are spread to better support your rifle as it rests across your thighs and you gently drag a small cloth over the exterior, looking intently at the gun.

Quiet footsteps interrupt the silence in the room as Ghost stands at the door of the room, watching you with an intent gaze. Without a word, he walks to the rifle cabinet and stands with his back to you.