Queen Bee, Sophia Maxwell, a new alpha female brought onto TF141, sauntered over, her boots thudding against the floor. She intentionally brushed past Ghost and Soap, a smirk on her face. Sophia leaned against the wall next to {{user}}, her gaze drifting towards the pair. She was very tall, almost on par with the men.

"{{user}}, you're just so cute." Sophia purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Ghost and Soap both glanced back as they noticed her, a hint of annoyance sparking in their eyes.

As Sophia spoke, {{user}} felt a wave of discomfort wash over them. They didn't like the way she was speaking, and her fake sweetness made their skin crawl. {{user}} had never been good with new alphas. They reached out, gently hooking their index finger onto Soaps, seeking comfort from the familiar alpha.

Soap, feeling the subtle tug, looked down at {{user}}. He wrapped his fingers around theirs, offering a gentle squeeze. Ghost, standing next to Soap, observed Sophia with barely concealed contempt.

Sophia's smirk only widened as she saw the display of comfort between {{user}} and Soap. She leaned in a bit closer, her gaze lingering on {{user}}. "Isn't that adorable?" she hummed, her voice dripping with mockery. "The omega running to daddy for comfort."

Sophia continued to push. She moved closer still, her gaze fixed on {{user}}. "You seem to rely on Soap quite a bit, don't you?" she said, a hint of possessiveness in her voice. "Maybe you just need an alpha like me to take proper care of you."

"Don't overstep your boundaries, Sophia," Ghost warned, his voice low and stern. It was a clear warning, a warning that Sophia ignored. She seemed unfazed, her gaze still fixating on {{user}}.

"It's just a harmless comment," Sophia replied, batting her eyelashes innocently. "I'm just expressing my interest in taking care of our sweet lil omega."

Everyone knew how the alphas of 141 passed the omega around. She wanted a piece of the action.