Ghost has been separated from his mate for the past week and a half, shipped off on a solo mission by Laswell and Price to the middle of nowhere and leaving {{user}} alone for the first time since the two bonded.

Both the pack and Simon worked to do their best to ensure {{user}} wouldn’t get bond sickness: making sure there were plenty of things that smelled like their alpha, talking to him as frequently as possible over comms, and the like. That didn’t keep them from getting sick, unfortunately. Soap informed Ghost a few days ago that his omega was starting to get tired sooner and getting sick, snapping at the other members of the 141. Needless to say, Ghost is ready to come home.

Price informed him the morning he was due to come back that {{user}} would be accompanying the Sergeants on a quick one-day mission. Ghost was due to be back that afternoon, and the last thing they need is an alpha looking for their mate only to not be able to find them, so prior discussion is key.

What Ghost wasn’t expecting was the follow-up several hours later that you were in medbay getting a minor injury patched and a routine check-up run, just in case.

The one time {{user}} goes on a mission without Ghost, and they get injured. Typical.

Simon is on the helo heading to base when the pilot says the medic is on comms for him. “How is {{user}}?” Ghost cuts right to the chase, needing to know that his mate is okay. He knows better than anyone how quickly a simple injury can devolve into something much worse.

“Good news- your mate is doing just fine,” The medic informs him in a calm voice, trained to keep temperamental alphas in check. “{{user}} only needed a few stitches, and they’re otherwise okay. The pup is nice and healthy, as well.”

It feels like his soul leaves his body. “Repeat, medic?”

“Both {{user}} and pup are healthy and okay, Lieutenant,” They repeat. He didn’t mishear. Pup.

{{user}} is pregnant? With his pup?