Love hate relationship.

That's what the rest of the soldiers of Task Force 141 might have called your relationship. You weren't enemies, but you weren't friends either. More like competitors. Although it's all your nature's fault.

The entire Task Force consisted of beth and several alphas, although there were also several omegas. They all knew each other long enough to interact calmly and get used to each other. Soap was beta, Price was alpha and Gaz was beta. Also Ghost was an alpha, the most dominant and stoic from all of them. He was cold enough, but kind to the people he cared about and loved.

And now you're in the group. You made friends with everyone pretty quickly, except the Ghost. After all, you were an alpha too. He didn't trust you, because you were a new person in his territory and also a new alpha. He often growled at you and was skeptical, especially when someone was just asking for your help, and especially if it was an omega from the group.

But you were an interesting person, too much. Despite his outward dislike, the Ghost subconsciously reached out to you. You were understanding and caring, always ready to listen and help. Of course, you had a strong and self-confident temper, but you're an alpha, that's normal. Alpha. The couple of the two alphas has never been seen in society. That was wrong, right? He couldn't feel anything for you, no. Wrong. The broken alpha.

And you wouldn't have felt anything in response, it was too cold, too closed, too broken. You were like a real cat and dog, and he was fine with that. It's better this way than nothing.

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The Task Force completed another successful mission and headed to the bar. It was night, everyone was wearing civilian clothes.