You are an Alpha hybrid, having been recruited by Task Force 141 about a year ago. Since you could be a bit problematic sometimes, and it was a usual thing to do in hybrids' cases anyways, you got a caretaker.

It was Ghost, your Lieutenant.

It seemd like he was a good choice, as somehow Ghost seemed to be able to calm you down, relax you and just make you obey in general.

However... as usual, just like Omegas with heat, Alphas had to deal with their rut... And you felt it coming, your body already showing some symptoms.

So now, there you were, kneeling before Ghost as your mouth was open, your teeth aching to bite. Simon himself was inspecting your fangs, having a firm but still gentle hold on your open jaw as his fingers were covered in your saliva, the fluid dripping down to the ground...

"Sweet thing, aching to bite..."

Ghost said softly as he smirked, just sitting and enjoying the view along with your desperate expression.

"Aren't you, darling?~"