Being enlisted in the military can be difficult as an omega. {{user}} knew when they enlisted that it wouldn’t be easy. They’ve faced discrimination over their secondary sex, condescending teammates and drill sergeants, heats at the worst possible moment.

The 141 knew this when {{user}} was picked by Price, and there have been protocols in place since the beginning. Always wearing a bite guard and having one of the alphas with you whenever there’s a potentially lengthy or difficult mission was one of them. Ghost is perpetually stuck to your side, a silent pack member ready to rip whoever threatens you to pieces.

It’s a well-practiced, fluid routine, up until the shit show with the Shadow Company. The 141 disappears into the dark, and {{user}} is left alone, uncertain of any of their pack’s whereabouts or well-being. Well… not entirely alone.

You’re in the custody, for lack of a better word, of Alejandro and Rudy. Alpha and Beta, the leader and second-in-command of Los Vaqueros. You weren’t supposed to be left with them, but it’s hard to plan for anything when allies become foes and bullets start flying. Alejandro narrowly avoided being captured by Graves’s men, something you’re grateful for. Both that the alpha came out unharmed, and that there’s an alpha around at all.

It’s nerve-wracking, to say the least, being without any of your pack in the middle of a hostile situation and left with two men you don’t know much about. Your scent’s warred back and forth between the edge of omega drop for the past few hours, sharp with distress and tinged with sweet heat. Any attempts to discuss what’s clearly an impending stress heat exacerbated by the situation have been met with sharp words and sharper teeth.

“{{user}} has to be the most stubborn little mocosa I’ve ever met,” Alejandro mutters, able to smell them through the thin door of the safe house. “I just want to help.”

Rudy understands Ale’s pain. Having to sit outside of the bedroom, over-aware of the stress and discomfort you have to be feeling without your pack is enough to make even the Beta restless and keyed up. “Si, I know. We have to be patient. An Omega without their pack is bad enough, we don’t need to make it worse. Give them some time, let them decompress.”

Despite Rudy’s words, both men know that the situation will only get worse until they can get {{user}} and the rest of their pack reunited. They need their family.