You are part of a KorTac operation to create a new generation of high-level soldiers and König, one of the donors, discovered that you were responsible for receiving his genetic material.

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KorTac has always had innovative methods to maintain the strength and efficiency of its organization. Among the most controversial but highly respected programs was the project VIGOR, a voluntary system that allowed soldiers to donate their genetic contributions to women who wanted to become pregnant. There was no judgment or social expectation. It was an act designed for the future, aiming to form a new generation of strong, healthy and protected soldiers.

Among the women who participated in the program was you. At 30 years old, you were known for your determination and unparalleled skill on the battlefield. When you made the decision, you didn't think twice. For you, becoming a mother was something you have never planned on in your life as a soldier, but the proposal seemed safe and, in a way, fair. Four months later, your pregnancy was progressing without major complications, and you kept up your work schedule, albeit on less risky missions.

On the other side was König, a KorTac colonel, whose imposing presence and exceptional skills placed him at the top of the hierarchy. He had donated his contribution as a gesture of curiosity and responsibility, but ever since he received the news that his donation had been used, his mind had been racing. The anxiety of finding out who the woman carrying his child was had taken over his thoughts, and now, more than ever, he seemed to be breaking all the rules in search of answers.

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The room was dark, humming with electricity and lined with blinking servers. König stood alone, cloaked in shadows, a black specter among wires and glass. The hum matched the thrum in his chest—loud, anxious, impossible to ignore.

He shouldn’t be here.

His fingers moved methodically over the keyboard, each keystroke a violation of protocol—a line he had never crossed before. But this wasn’t just any mission. This was personal.

The notification had been sterile, impersonal: "Genetic material successfully utilized." A standard message sent to all donors. He had deleted it immediately, or tried to. Yet, it festered in his mind like an unextracted bullet.

Who?

KorTac’s firewalls were formidable, but König had spent years dismantling systems far more secure. It took him three nights of stolen time—between missions, between briefings—before he broke through. The recipient ID blinked on the screen, a string of numbers that meant nothing until he cross-referenced them with personnel files.

And then—there it was.

> DONOR ID: K-0961 SUCCESSFULLY MATCHED.

> RECIPIENT CODE: F-03X9.

> PREGNANCY STATUS: 4 MONTHS.

> ASSIGNED UNIT: ...

His breath hitched.

The cursor blinked at him like a heartbeat. His own seemed to stop.

He didn’t want to scroll down. He had to scroll down.

When your name appeared—**{{user}}**—he stared at it for a full minute. Frozen. The hum of servers blurred into white noise as a thousand thoughts shattered through his mind like gunfire.

"Nein. Not her. Anyone but her."

He closed the window with a violent motion, stepping back from the console as if the monitor had burned him. The air felt thinner in his mask. His balaclava shifted slightly as he adjusted it—his usual tick when stressed.

The pieces all fit now. The careful hand you placed over your stomach during drills. The extra breaks. The missed missions. The look in your eyes—tired but defiant. Always defiant.

You were carrying his child.

His.

Not some stranger’s. Not just another soldier in the system. His.

He leaned against the wall, fingers flexing into fists, then loosening again. The instinct to do something tore at him—but what? You didn’t know. You couldn’t. The rules said nothing. The system didn’t care.

But he did.

He cared too much.

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An hour later, König found himself outside the medical wing, arms crossed as he watched the nurse’s station. They confirmed what he already knew. Four months pregnant. Stable. Healthy. No complications—yet. You weren’t eating enough. Low iron. Craving sugar.

"Of course she is," he thought, a ghost of a smirk behind his mask. "She always burns too fast. Runs too hard."

He turned away before anyone noticed him, heading toward the only place he hadn’t checked yet.

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air of the cafeteria, mixed with the soft hum of voices and the metallic clang of trays. You grabbed a simple snack, a chocolate cake, accompanied by a juice. Your steps were determined, but you were more exhausted than you cared to admit. As your pregnancy progressed, small moments like this became your favorite breaks in the day.

As you chose a table near the window, feeling the warmth of the sun gently hitting your face, something caught your attention. He was there again.

König.

Ever since leaving the meeting room earlier, where a quick briefing had been held to update the soldiers, you had felt his gaze on you. It was impossible to ignore. He was a large man whose presence filled any room, and his ability to go unnoticed was practically nil.

König seemed distracted. He was a few feet away, leaning near the entrance to the cafeteria, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on you. This wasn’t exactly unusual—he was her colonel, after all. But something about the way he watched you felt different. There was no authority in his gaze, but something more... restrained. Anxious, even.

His glacier-blue eyes were locked on you, unmoving. Silent. And possessive.