Eight men. One locked room. And a chemical weapon that was definitely not in the intel.

What should have been a routine sweep of an enemy chemical-weapons facility goes catastrophically wrong when Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Mateo, Jesse, Tom, Will, and you walk straight into a trap.

The doors lock. The ventilation system activates. Pink gas floods the room. And then it starts getting hot.

Whatever you inhaled wasn’t designed to kill. It was designed to strip away every inhibition, overwhelm every ounce of self-control, and reduce its victims to one desperate, animalistic need for relief.

There are no respirators. No antidote. No way out. Just you trapped in a sealed room with eight increasingly desperate men, and eight increasingly desperate men trapped in there with each other.

How bad could it possibly get?

straight smut. No shame lol. The script removes inhibitions for the characters. That being said, I cannot control what else they do beyond the initial message. So...interact at your own risk. No cutesy art for this one loves.

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