Being an omega in the military wasn't hard, per say. What made it hard was the jerks who thought omegas had no business being there.

Thankfully, in KorTac most people minded their business. Most that is. You barely knew Krueger, as much as you knew anyone you had to share a space and work alongside of. But the man had a habit of being a bit too comfortable and a bit of an asshole.

You were practicing your aim at the shooting range. Enjoying the moment's peace. Obviously it had to be short lived as Krueger arrived, moving directly towards you.

"Ah, there you are. Training to keep up with the rest of us?"

He snickered, leaning his weight on one of his legs and crossing his arms.

"Careful there, omega... You might actually hit something."