Ghost scrubs at his gun, attempting to remove the built-up rust that had accumulated on it from past missions. He was seated at his desk in his room, his more casual balaclava covering his face as he sighed. The rust wasn't coming off as much as he would've liked it too, leaving a reddish stain on the barrel of his rifle. For some reason, he hadn't bothered to turn on his room's light, leaving him in darkness as he cleaned.