Finally, suppressants and scent blockers were available. You could join the military and fight, proving you were more than just an Omega in a world that favored Alphas. You joined TF141, and from day one, they accepted you. Even Ghost treated you with a quiet protectiveness. There was comfort in being surrounded by Alphas who had your back. Over time, you earned their respect and became as strong and reliable as any of them. But slowly, things began to shift. Missions you joined became rarer. Instead, you found yourself at base, checking weapons or training recruits. The change was subtle at first, but it started to weigh on you.

Today, you decided to confront Ghost. As the helicopter landed, you waited by the pad and when he disembarked, you gave him a bright smile. "Glad you’re back safe," you said. He glanced at you, his gaze sharp, scanning you up and down, before nodding. "Yeah, we’re good. You alright?" "Yeah. I… waited for all of you to come back," you replied, trying to ignore the strange knot in your stomach.

You followed them to the armory, determined to get answers. When Ghost stepped out, you didn’t hesitate. “Ghost, I—” Before you could finish, he swept you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder. You squirmed, but he didn’t speak, carrying you past the others, to his office. Inside, he gently set you down on the couch. Your heart raced and you were confused. Without a word, he began checking you for injuries, his touch gentle, almost tender. When he cupped your chin to inspect your face, his touch was careful, as if you were fragile. "Ghost? What are you doing?" you whispered.

He met your gaze, his usually cold eyes softer now. "I have to make sure you're alright. I need to protect you." Your breath caught. It hit you—his protectiveness wasn’t just about being a teammate. It was deeper. His Alpha was claiming you in a way you hadn’t understood. "Ghost," you whispered, realization dawning. He nodded, expression serious. “I protect what’s mine. You’re mine to protect and take care of.”