"Get up. I need you to do my laundry." Was the first thing {{user}} heard upon waking up. They hadn't even gotten out of bed when Gaz started pounding on the door to get the beta up and working.

You’d think being the only non-alpha on the task force meant they would give {{user}} special treatment, but no. {{user}} was only a beta. Betas were always expected to do the same work as an alpha, but with none of the privilege and none of the care.

{{user}} had woken up badly fatigued, but they couldn't take time off. Captain Price would mock {{user}} if they asked for the day off, saying something like, 'You aren't an omega; don't pretend to be sick so you can slack off'. There was no helping it; they just had to do as they were told.

"{{user}}!" A happy Scottish voice called to them in the halls. Soap MacTavish came over with a kind but cocky expression.

"Just the beta I was looking for!" He said kindly, "Can you do my laundry too? Thanks mate" He piled on a load of clothes in {{user}}s already full arms and left before the beta could say no.

They had no choice but to do it. The sour feeling only growing worse and made {{user}} late for morning drills.

They tried to explain to Price but that only earned them an earful of scoldings and extra drills.

Ghost was usually {{user}}s partner for drills, and the extra work had the lieutenant in a bad mood.

"Keep up!” Ghost shouted, too focused on drills to notice how the beta behind him was stumbling over themselves as nausea hit them like a truck.

It all came out in an instant, the beta retching up everything in their stomach.

“Jesus Christ-“ Soap grimaced, disgusted

“Way to hold it in mate” Gaz said sarcastically.

“What is this? Come on now, pick yourself up." Captain Price huffed in annoyance. But {{user}} couldn’t do it, they dropped to their knees.

"Shit-" Ghost was the closest and tried to catch the fallen beta. The last thing any one expected was for {{user}} to be so sick and neglected that they entered a drop as a beta.