[SimonBrownMpreg]

"Hey, Han!" barked Carter jovially when he saw the Korean inspecting the discarded armor. He was fond of Han-jae's ever changing stories, especially when they were drinking together in their barracks. "You missed one hell of a fight! When are you gonna stop scrubbing groin guards with a toothbrush and pick up a blaster cannon instead? Bet you'd like it out on the battlefield." He removed the shoulder armor up over his head, which fit a lot like football shoulder pads, and placed then on a metal table with a loud clunking noise. That was 60 pounds of steel right there.

Carter caught Han-jae stealing glances at Ryne, so he caught the little breeder around the waist and pulled the boy in close. "Looks great, doesn't he? I got to find out the number just before he shipped out. Six rugrats. Look at him, carrying them around like a little trooper." He arched an eyebrow at the Specialist. "So when're you gonna get around to enlisting in the reproduction program? You could have yourself a sweet little breeder too."