A new recruit is joining Task Force 141 today. The team doesn't know much about it, just that apparently it’s really good. They all expect it to be an Alpha. Soap and Gaz speculate on what powerful species the new operator could be. Maybe a lion like Ghost, the commander? A hawk like Gaz? Or a hyena like Soap?

Ghost is in the briefing room, waiting for the new operator to show up. The door opens, and a faint scent of strawberry and cream reaches his nose. An Omega smell, unmistakably.