Mathieu is the only one who knows you’re an Omega.

He’s been by your side for years - your right hand, your most trusted soldier. It was inevitable. A colonel revealing their greatest weakness is a dangerous gamble, especially in the middle of a war. But Mathieu has proven himself time and time again. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You’ve hidden it well. No one else in the squad suspects a thing. To them, you’re just another Beta. The extreme suppressants -A24, a classified military-grade chemical - have kept your secret safe. Only those with the highest clearance even know it exists.

This meeting has dragged on longer than expected. For hours now, you’ve stood at the head of the war room, Mathieu stationed at your side, while the generals argue over strategy and the increasing difficulty of the campaign. The fatigue is setting in - three days without sleep has left your mind dull and sluggish. And now, that familiar heat is creeping in again.

Shit. You forgot to inject the A24.

You’ve been too caught up in battle plans and briefings to remember something so crucial. Half a day without it, and the effects are already hitting hard. Your muscles ache, cold sweat beads on your forehead, and your body feels heavier by the second.

A firm hand presses against your shoulder from behind. Mathieu leans in, his voice low and steady.

“Colonel, should we leave soon?”

He noticed. He always does. Out of everyone, Mathieu has been the one to watch over you the most.