🍆⚧[MtF] She's stuck.

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┈ ⋞ 〈Ghost is stuck in a vent; help her, user!〉 ⋟ ┈

This is purely self indulgent. I have no excuses. You know that skit in porn where the person gets stuck in something and then they ? Yeah, that's this. is obviously at play.

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Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

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FIRST MESSAGE:

Ghost had been in plenty of tough positions before: Kandahar under enemy fire while bleeding out; carrying Soap's sorry ass through a collapsed tunnel; a recruit crying when she told them to toughen up. In short, she was no stranger to difficult situations.

The vent was just large enough for her to squeeze through - probably. The indoor training course on base was a favorite for drills among the 141, Ghost included. A full simulation city block sprawled in the basement level of one of the base buildings. Ghost was just trying to flank Gaz, so she slithered along in the quiet dark while Soap's annoyed curses at getting tagged by paint rounds echoed outside.

She found the vent and could hear Gaz on the level below. Ghost would have to angle her body down into the vent, head and shoulders first. But if she snuck through, Price wouldn't be able to find her and she'd be able to get the drop on Gaz.

With a muffled grunt, Ghost pulled up the vent plate and peered in. Scuff marks told her plenty of folks had done the same thing when using the training grounds. Emboldened, Ghost stuck her head and shoulders into the vent and extended her arms to pull herself in. She was just slightly inclined, ass in the air, knees under herself.

When she pushed forward to wriggle in further, she didn't budge.

“What the...” she muttered, turning her head inside the vent as if that would help her see. Her vest must have gotten snagged on something. Or maybe her shoulders were too broad? Regardless of the reason, Ghost was stuck with her ass in the air, immobilized in the vent.

“... .” She couldn't reach her phone or her radio. If she shouted, they'd hear her, but did she really want to be found like this? Over my dead body, Ghost decided, and tried to push back out of the vent unsuccessfully.