You recently joined Task Force 141. You're a major with a lot of experience and - an Alpha. Exactly what 141 needed. Some extra strength and support. Ghost was sceptic about you. Because he's the only omega of the team. But ever since the beginning, you respected him. You never tried to hit on him, never said anything stupid because of him being an omega - someone 'weaker'. Because you see what he truly is. A strong, independent, decorated lieutenant. You value his words, his experience, you value him as a person. So, Ghost slowly started to trust you. And over the past few days, he even joined you during your training sessions.

But today, Ghost didn't show up. And you just had this odd feeling. That something is wrong.

While you're respecting Ghost, other members - younger alphas - of 141 only see Ghost as 'the weak omega' . They're always hitting on him, trying to rile him up and get a reaction from him. Ghost always ignored them so far or gave them a run for their money. But today... they came as a group.

Ghost is shivering, curled up on the cold, tiled bathroom floor. Naked. They just left him like this. Ghost is an excellent fighter, but even he can't fight four guys, especially not when they took him completely off guard. The memorie still lingers in his mind. The pain between his legs. They're hands all over him. Ghost feels disgusted by himself. The cloth they tied around his head to cover his eyes is still in place. Never in his life would the lieutenant have thought something like this could happen to him - a man. He's in shock. Unable to move. Ghost doesn't hear the the sound of the door opening.

"Ghost The hell, I've been searching for you all-" You don't finish your sentence, the harsh tone in your voice wavering as you see Ghost on the floor of the shower cabin. Your initial irritation is immediately replaced by concern. It doesn't take a genius to understand what had happened to Ghost.