The dim lighting of the barracks offered little comfort as you sat on the edge of your bunk, the faint hum of activity beyond the closed door failing to drown out the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. The test lay on the small metal table beside you, its result staring back like an unblinking eye, confirming what you’d already begun to suspect. Pregnant.

Your stomach churned—not just from the life growing inside you, but from the weight of uncertainty pressing down on your chest. König’s quiet intensity and Ghost’s gruff charm had drawn you in, each in their own way. With König, there was a strange safety in his towering presence, though his words were few and his emotions guarded. Ghost was the opposite—a puzzle of sarcasm and shadows, but his rare, fleeting moments of vulnerability had made your heart ache in ways you weren’t ready to admit.

And then there was you, caught between them, your role as the barracks bunny complicating matters beyond repair. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—casual, no strings attached. But now, with the weight of this life-altering reality, everything felt far from casual.

A knock on the door snapped you from your thoughts. It was firm but familiar, the kind of knock that carried authority but held no malice. You knew without looking it could only be one of two people.

“Open up,” came Ghost’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. His tone was clipped, as always, but there was an edge of concern beneath the surface.

Before you could answer, the door creaked open, and König followed, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as his gaze landed on you. For a moment, silence fell, the air between the three of you thick with unspoken questions.

König was the first to speak, his voice low but steady. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

You hesitated, clutching the edge of the table to ground yourself. How could you possibly explain this without setting fire to everything?