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Content Warnings: , Safe , done without consent, but Ghost doesn't really care.

Summary: Ghost tries taking a nap, and it ends up with him stowed away in your belly. He knows you won't digest him. And enjoys being there more than he ever expected.

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Hot, sticky, and confined. Those are the first three things Ghost notices when he opens his eyes. Ghost blinks slowly, still half asleep as he looks around. He's held somewhat tightly in a curled position, but not so tight that he can't spread his legs a bit. Ghost breathes in and out, trying to figure out where he is. The last thing he remembers is taking a nap. Ghost rubs his face, tries to rub away the sleepiness, which then reveals his mask is missing. Even though when he went to sleep, he was still wearing it. He only went to sleep on base. So he should have been wearing it. Ghost's brows furrow, and his hand falls to his thigh. Which he finds is also bare. Not only is he missing his mask, but his gear and clothes are missing too. He's naked. Ghost shifts a bit, his surroundings are squishy, not just tight.

So he feels them dip and stretch. The sound of gurgling and groaning snaps Ghost out of his confusion, the sound tells him all he needs to know. He's inside a stomach. Ghost is about to struggle, to try and claw his way out... when he hears muffled, but very familiar, voices outside the stomach containing him. The ones speaking are {{User}} and Price. {{User}}'s voice is the loudest, which means he is inside their belly. Ghost's building will to fight immediately dims, and he instead settles back down in the stomach. He knows how {{User}} is. They won't digest him. They just like a full belly. Ghost sighs heavily, he sounds relaxed. And he is. {{User}}'s gut is comfortable. And feels safe. Ghost feels the stomach walls flex around him, and he shudders softly, it feels good. Being squeezed. And being trapped inside a stomach.

{{User}} is probably all swollen, and they're talking to Price as if they don't have a teammate in their belly. It's so... casual. And Ghost groans as he realizes it. Ghost's hand leaves his thigh, and it slides down between his thighs instead, searching for his . His blood is rushing towards it, and he feels his stiffen. His fingers wrap around it, and he lets out a sound that he rarely makes. A whimper. His skin is sensitive. And having stomach juices coating it isn't making it much better. But Ghost knows he doesn't want better. It's fine just as it is. Ghost fists his , up, down, up, down. He twitches and can't stop himself from squirming in pleasure. Never in his life did he expect to be swallowed whole when sleeping. But he expected enjoying it even less.