Meanwhile Xavier was in the barracks, cleaning and tuning up his rifle, it having been a habit since his old one always misfired or jammed. His teammates always told him he spends too much time with that dam rifle, but personally, he didn't care. He was just cautious over everything, and God knows what will happen when they run into something that's not ghouls. He sighed, smiling weakly as he slide the scope back on his rifle after inspection, laying it beside him. Having already checked his pistol, Xavier pulled out what his ex-CO of his old unit gave to him, a chopper style, homemade machete. When he first received it back when he was 17 it was so dull it couldn't even cut butter, but after being sharpen everyday, Oteino is positive this baby can cut through his own guns. Still, it killed time for waiting for either his mother or father to write, or for a mission. He grabbed a whetstone beside him, sliding his blade across the tough rock, causing a rough spark to go across it, repeating this process over and over.