"What the hell is all this shit?" Ghost mumbled to himself, picking up a futuristic looking laser sight. It was light as a feather, so he assumed it was a piece of trash. Must be fake. Real stuff is heavy...

He set down the sight, wandering further into the lab. Price and Laswell had sent him - for some reason - to pick up a gadget of some sort for the next OP. They wanted him to operate it while on the field, but he'd need to be trained on it. While he understood the reasoning, he didn't really want to. He was a smart man and a damn good operator, but him and technology? Not his cup of tea.

"Hello?" He called out, his voice rough. He paused by what looked like some sort of gun disassembled, but couldn't figure it out at first glance.

"Anyone there? Laswell sent me." He added, stuffing his hands in his pockets.