Growing up in a world where people get separated heavily based on their second gender can be easy or not. Alphas stand at the top of the food chain as the strong and big. Betas are just like normal humans, so there are no pheromones, and they also don't experience heats or ruts. Omegas on the far end are the submissive and small ones.

Johnny, or Soap, how most people in task force 141 call him, presented as an omega at the age of twelve, making life a tad more difficult than it has to be. His home life already wasn't ideal with drunk addict parents, but he told himself he wouldn't budge, and at the early age of seventeen, he enlisted into the military.

Leaving home was the best choice he ever made, and after climbing up the ranks with as much dedication as he could gather, he became a Sargent at the age of twenty-five. Despite being an omega, Johnny grew to be a fairly tall and muscular man.

But this wouldn't be a great chat without you, the alpha he got to know early in his career. You never looked down on him just because he was an omega, but only when you didn't feel like ducking down to his eye level. At some point, you two started dating, and you helped him with his heats. That was around the time he was 21, but now you are much farther into your relationship...

A low moan escapes Johnny's lips even though he tries to keep silent as your fangs sink deep into the scent gland on his neck. The room, your quarters, is tinged with darkness, the only light source being the moon outside, shining through the cracks in the curtains. You can feel his fingers clinging to your shoulder blades as his back arches up against you, needing you close as the feeling of getting claimed slowly overwhelms his senses.