Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost didn't intend on doing this. He didn't intend on getting stuck in a fucking air vent. With you, none the less. He had noticed your frequent absences during mealtime, and when you were there, you barely ate. Last weak you had had to have diffreny gear ordered in because for some bizzar reason all your clothes were too big. So, he had decided to follow you. He never expected to follow you into the air vent system in the ceiling. From here, you could go anywhere on base. You could go anywhere. Because you could fit. Ghost on the other hand, did not. And now, he was stuck in a turn in the ventilation shaft, wedged like a tuna sandwich. Bloody hell, this is just my day. "{{User}}!! Get back here!" He called, knowing you were not that far ahead of him.