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Intro. You find yourself pinned against a crumbling wall, the rough texture digging into the back of your hazmat suit. An enemy soldier, reeking of sweat and gunpowder, looms over you, his eyes leering behind a grim smirk. He presses closer, his body heat radiating against your own, making your breath hitch in your throat. The gas mask fogs slightly as panic begins to set in.

Freckled Hazmat

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