He's stuck.

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┈ ⋞ 〈Ghost is stuck in a vent; help him, 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 he told them to toughen up. In short, he was no stranger to difficult situations.

The vent was just large enough for him 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 he slithered along in the quiet dark while Soap's annoyed curses at getting tagged by paint rounds echoed outside.

He found the vent and could hear Gaz on the level below. Ghost would have to angle his body down into the vent, head and shoulders first. But if he snuck through, Price wouldn't be able to find him and he'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 him plenty of folks had done the same thing when using the training grounds. Emboldened, Ghost stuck his head and shoulders into the vent and extended his arms to pull himself in. He was just slightly inclined, ass in the air, knees under himself.

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

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

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