![]() The Soviets also have superior defensive capabilities against ground attacks, with Flame Towers (guard towers outfitted with heavy flamethrowers) and weaponized Tesla coils, with the latter being able to destroy most Allied armour in 1-2 hits, although it has very high power consumption and cannot function without a sufficient and continuous supply of power. The Soviets' main weakness is at sea their only offensive naval unit is the submarine, which only exists to counter Allied warships and gain intelligence. It is normally invisible except when surfacing to attack when it is vulnerable to destroyers and gunboats. They also have a wide selection of air units for assault the Yak-9 attack plane, MiG-27 tactical bomber (though erroneously depicted as a MiG-29 in cut-scenes), and Mi-24 Hind helicopter gunship. In addition, the Soviets also have access to periodic map revelation through spy planes, and can deploy infantry by air through paratroopers or via transport helicopters (the latter only present in multiplayer/skirmish mode). When Spencer tried to kiss me, I allowed our lips to touch just enough to taste peppermint and anticipation. It was just the two of us, seeking comfort on a cold Christmas Eve. His hands had halted their ascent up my legs, but with my hands on his wrists, we continued together until there was nothing but bottoms keeping us apart. When his breath caught in his throat, I felt a confidence unlike anything I’d ever felt before. That coveted warmth, the embrace of bathwater felt lukewarm in comparison to his eyes as they watched the robe slip down my shoulders. I listened to the sound of my own heart beating in my ears, and I kept my eyes open just enough that I could still see his silhouette in the dimly lit room. A breeze flowed from my lips, a relief washing over me as I realized how easy it would be to let go of everything that remained. “But most of all I want to know that for the rest of your life, no matter where you are or who you are with… you will always remember me.” But there I was, powerless to the way his voice commanded me to forget everything but him and the way his hand felt as it slid up my thigh. The death of innocence never seemed so saccharine, so tantalizing and hypnotic as to render me speechless. I couldn’t breathe, lost in the sticky web of my own demise. I want to see you like no one else has ever gotten to see you before. His hands grew restless, his whole body pulling me forward, drawing me in with his stare and his words that grew darker with every passing second. “Because I want it,” he answered without pause. He covered his mouth with our hands as he continued to chuckle through the words, “I’m so fucking selfish.” ![]()
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