Soon a voice came over his helmet "Ghost, Go through the door on your left, proceed down the hall then forth door on the left. We have a shooting gallery for you." Ghost nodded and walked off fallowing the directions he was provided as he was in a very long room, he could barely see the end of it as he tried to focus down on it, his eyes and suite zoomed in but even then. "Ok ghost we are going to bring up some sighting target,gather ammo from the table, lay down at the line, also each time you nod it gives a green conformation light, it will do this to your squad as well. Shake it and we get a red one." Ghost nodded as there was a table with clips for his gun, he moved and placed three of them on the ground before un-hooking the gun from his chest he laid it down to the right, easier to grab if need be. Soon pulling out his rifle he un-folded the bi-pod as he put the forth 10 round magazine into the clip he laid down resting it on that stand. Bringing the stock to his shoulder as he leaned his head looking through the sight of his scope. His interface came up giving him the range to the back of the wall, 6000meters...damn. "Ok so your weapon is standard affair, built in flash suppressor and that, oh so useful, sound suppressor...cause those work so well on silencing the thunder from the .50 caliber round. Good news the recoiling barrel works" This guy was a bit of a sarcastic asshole, he kind of liked him. 

  Looking down soon a target came up in front of him, the range read out displayed 500 meters. "Ok now, hold your breath like normal, but don't stop. Your skin now can breath and provide oxygen to your heart mixing with your blood, it's safer that way as well since you can filter out toxins" Ghost paused a moment before nodding his head. He looked down his scope as he reached forward pulling the bolt of his rifle back before pushing it forward placing a round into the chamber. His finger ran along the top of the trigger guard before he brought it down, placing it over the trigger he held his breath. His scope steady he squeezed down on the trigger. There was a "silent" bang echoing through hall, though his helmet dampened the sound, his hand came up pulling the bolt back as the round was ejected and another chambered as he slid it back forward. Three the degrees, down, four to the right. After making his adjustments he pulled the trigger as it was dead on. He saved the settings before the target went down and the next one opened up at a 1000 meters, rinse repeat. He did this again for 1500, 2000, 3000 and then 5000. To think that back in the day shots like this would be deemed impossible, joys of modern tech.

  "Ok, so at this moment we don't just needed the gun calibrated, most of the testing we were able to do before you all got here, now we just need to test maneuverability." Ghost nodded again as he stood up, placing the the rifle back around as he then pickd up that rifle and placed the Magazines on pockets in his chest. walking back over he loaded up with three mags for his assault rife, and three for his pistol . These went into pouches on his hip. "Ok proceed to the door across the hall." Nodding he walked across the hall to the next room. Obstetrical course with targets, line at the floor as he moved up to it. Slipping a mag into his Rifle he smacked the bottom locking it in place as he looked forward through that Acog scope "Ok simple battle simulation...Have fun" Soon a red dot appeared and he flipped the rifle into single shot on his Hud before it turned green and he moved. Soon holographic targets came up, with out hesitation he rose his rifle and and squeezed off a round as the hologram went down. Shots fired at him as he moved sliding into cover. His tac display had fired, up, showing directions of the sound as he looked over, looking it marked were the sound was coming from. Popping out of cover he squeezed off a round taking them down. 

  He moved cover to cover, sliding over obstetrical and squeezing off rounds as he moved quickly. They were intensifying the training, it started out as just a few guys at a time, now it was a god damn army, Sarcastic asshole. Dropping a mag he brought a new one into his gun before pulling back the slide to chamber the first round before moving out. He dropped his gun and pulled his pistol out as he entered a room, three shots and he moved in. He moved with efficiency as soon the hologram died down. "Ok good to go, everything held up fine. Have to say these are some of the best scores I've seen in awhile, Nearly every shot to the heart or other vitals. Good job, you can rejoin your group of marry men" Sarcastic Asshole.

 Ghost moved rejoining his team back in the man room and looked around before finding a crate and sitting on it. Waiting for the rest of the team to finish, though he wondered where you could go to get a good drink.