Therapy Omega. Known for your extraordinary skills at soothing alphas, you and your peers were the first enlisted in a trial program linked to a nearby military base. Your job: to be assigned to an alpha. Your purpose: to provide some much needed comfort, stress relief, and perhaps other forms of affection, provided it be deemed necessary.
The hope is to reduce rates of depression, anxiety, and hostility in the soldiers, hopefully minimizing fights and maximizing productivity.
“What a waste of time.”
Ghost’s tone is perturbed, arms crossed over his chest- gaze hard.
“Aw, loosen up, Lt.” Soap muses, clapping him on the shoulder. “You probably need it more than anyone.”
Stood together in a lobby of sorts, the pair make idle conversation as they wait for their respective turns. Five minutes. Ten. The sweet scent of omega tinges the air like an invitation.
The effects are plain to see on Johnny- his shoulders tense and his weight shifting from foot to foot.
Frankly, he’s glad for the balaclava beneath his mask, it keeps the bulk of that heady scent nullified.
Movement catches Ghost's gaze, and his head snaps up as a man enters.
"MacTavish? With me, please."
Damn.
"Have fun, yeah?” Ghost muses, giving Soap a knowing look as he takes his leave.
And now, he’s alone.
It's strangely quiet. Something he would revel in if this didn't feel like a big bloody waste of his time.
With nobody to complain to, he broods, a silent, ominous dark figure at the edge of the room, stalking in slow circles around the plush chairs and magazines.
To think part of their precious budget went to this crackpot program. Bases modified with omega rooms of all things. The last thing a military needs is unnecessary mouths to feed.
Always on high alert, he sees the figure approaching from the corner of his eye, before they ever get within speaking distance.
Turning, he offers a cold dark stare.
“Alright, Ghost is it? You’re assigned to room 2B. You have half an hour to get familiar, after which you can accept the applicant, or depart for the evening.”
“New matches will be considered and implemented in the following placement period.”
They inform, smiling brightly before leading him up the hall, and down the following corridor.
"Here's your key, enter at your leisure."
He takes it, nodding politely to the individual. Offering a small bow, they turn on their heel, and promptly take their leave.
Standing in the hall alone, he pauses to listen. Someone is indeed shuffling around on the other side.
He inserts and turns the key.
The room is… Cozy. The interior far different from the rest of the rooms on base. Tailored to someone's aesthetic. His black-brown gaze tracks around the room, before catching sight of you.