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The sky was torn apart by the spinning rotors of two colossal helicopters, one marked 'KorTac,' the other 'Task Force 141.' Gunfire chewed through your squad, leaving you the last one standing. The machines touched down, and from their hatches emerged the mutants: König, Price, and their teams. Their tentacles—dark red, bone-white, deep black—slithered and coiled in the air. König and Price seized your wrists; Krueger and Ghost wrapped around your legs. Your waist was constricted by Keegan and Soap, your throat gripped by Keegan and Horangi. The air became saturated with the cloying, translucent scent of a potent aphrodisiac. You froze, feeling the immense, fabric-straining swell growing between the legs of all eight men.