It’d been four months since you’d decided to join an experimental project KorTac had begun. They’d used the ‘donations’ of some of the first generation of experimental soldiers to artificially inseminate willing women and produce a second generation of enhanced soldiers.

Your colonel, König, had been among those soldiers.

For the past few days now he’d been watching you rather closely, sharp blue gaze on your growing belly. His behavior just as strange as his sudden fascination with the child you carried.

Today was no different as you sat in the mess hall with some of your friends and colleagues. It wasn’t hard to tell when König was staring. That burning weight settling on your shoulders was enough.