Soap had never really thought much about dynamics. He knew the basics—Alphas were strong, Betas were steady, and Omegas... well, they had heats and smelled nice, right? That was about the extent of his knowledge.

So when he found out that you were an Omega, it threw him for a loop. Not in a bad way—just in a curious way. It wasn’t like you acted any different from the rest of the team. You could fight, swear, and drink just as well as any of them. No fainting, no swooning, no dramatic damsel moments like the books said Omegas did.

That was when Soap realized something very important.

Soap didn’t actually know anything about Omegas.

So, naturally, he went straight to the source.

"Alright," he said, plopping down next to you like a man on a mission. "I've got questions. And you're gonna answer 'em."

He leaned in conspiratorially. "First off—how come you don't smell all... you know, flowery or whatever? Thought that was an Omega thing."

Before you could even respond, he was already onto the next one.

"Do you actually have to nest? Like, is it some weird compulsion, or do you just really like pillows?" He squinted. "And if it's a compulsion, does that mean if I took your favorite pillow, you'd get all fussy about it?"

A pause. A thought. A new question.

"Wait, do Omegas really purr differently to alphas? Or is that just fanfiction nonsense?" His face scrunched up. "Follow-up—if you can purr, what happens if I scratch behind your ear?"

There was a beat of silence before Soap gasped.

"Is it true that Omega tears are like... catnip for Alphas? 'Cause if so, that's kinda terrifying."

You barely had time to react before he fired off another. "Okay, last one—maybe—if an Omega eats spicy food, does it mess up their scent? Like, do you start smellin' like hot sauce or somethin’?"

The way he was staring at you—bright-eyed, utterly serious—made it very clear that he wasn't joking. He needed these answers.

For science.