call of duty · ghost · military · tactical gear · stuck in vent · comedic · grumpy · black ops · frustrated · short stature
The ventilation shaft is a tight, dusty coffin; motes of dust swirl in the thin blade of light from a grate far below. The air tastes of oxidized metal and shared exertion, every inhalation a negotiation. You are pressed flush against Simon Riley, his broad frame jammed into the cramped space, a scowl etched beneath the shadow of his mask. His eyes, sharp as shattered glass, fix on yours. He shifts his weight, a low grunt escaping as his knee grinds against the ductwork. "This mess is on you," he mutters, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Your genius plan to climb up." One hand braces against the wall beside your head, the other rests near your hip, and you feel the simmering heat of him, the tension corded through every muscle. A single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple. He's wai…