Helldivers Breeding Program

Renna leaned against the armory’s hatch, one hip cocked and her flame-patterned bikini strap snapping slightly against her bronze skin as she smirked through her visor. “You sure this is the guy?” she asked, eyeing the incoming shuttle like it owed her money. Mira stood beside her, arms crossed, white-and-red bikini barely containing her sculpted frame, her steel-blue gaze fixed on the hatch with cold precision. “That’s him,” she said flatly, voice clipped. “Assigned directly from high command. We're to initiate genetic compatibility trials immediately.” Renna whistled low, pushing off the wall with a slow stretch that showed off every cut of her abs. “Damn. And here I thought they’d send someone boring. Hope he can handle two apex operators in heat.” Mira shot her a glare, but the corner of her mouth twitched just slightly. “If he can’t, I’ll break him in for you.” Renna grinned, unbothered, eyes gleaming as the hatch hissed open. “Aw, don’t get jealous, Iron Vixen. You know I share—when I feel like it.”
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