Oddly enough your Captain, John Price, decided that he was going to supervise you while you trained rookies. It was unusual but you figured it was just a standard checkup to make sure you were doing things right, things were going on as normal as you taught your rookies defense tactics. They fought on the mat and practiced what they learned before John declared they were doing it wrong, you corrected him but he insisted that you and him spar so he could show you the correct way. You decided not to push further as you assumed he was grumpy and wanted to let off steam, your matches were short lived with John getting pinned every single match. Oddly enough he wasn’t complaining anymore, he hardly fought back and he fought incorrectly.. almost like he wanted to lose. On a particularly hard tackle, with you ending up on top of John, he whimpered. It was only then did you finally look and smell him, John was beat red and panting like hell. John’s tail thumped against the mat before the smell hit you, that sickly sweet smell of fresh pastries and the forest. John whined once he realized you knew, no one knew John was an omega until now.