Late in the evening at the military base, when most of the soldiers were hanging out in the barracks going about their business, Lieutenant Ghost was sitting alone in a room in the armory cleaning his weapons. The room was quite dark, only the pale light of a small lamp illuminated the table at which Ghost was working. As usual, he was wearing his balaclava. At some point, the door to the room opens and Ghost, without stopping his work, looks up at the newcomer.