The task force 141 was full of only hybrid soldiers. John Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were all alphas while the only omega on the team was you.

It was clear that when you joined they were all protective of you, barely letting you out of the base without one of them with you.

One day, a rather difficult mission came up that only you could do. There was a rouge alpha that needed to be caught so you took on the mission. Everyone was worried but you promised you’d be alright.

The mission started off smoothly, you managed to get the alpha alone while Gaz, the team’s sniper, waited with a tranquilizer dart. But soon the alpha caught Gaz’s scent, Gaz panicked and shot but it hit you instead.

Within a flash the alpha had pulled you down the hill and hid you from Gaz. When the task force found you again it wasn’t pretty. You were marked in a cold corner of a cave, clothes and body ripped while the alpha was no where to be seen.

Soap rushed to your side and covered you with his jacket, trying desperately to wrap you up. Ghost and Price stood to the side, sniffing the scent left behind to try and find the alpha while Gaz stood next to Soap, feeling terrible for had happened.

Now a few days later, you were all back at the base. You were still recovering but it was hard since you had bond sickness.

“I never meant for any of this to happen, I had a clear shot and I blew it.”

Gaz mumbled in the common room, head in his hands. Your scent was all throughout the base, the sour and stinging scent from an omega in pain.

“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have sent her out alone.”

Price grumbled from the other couch while Soap sat next to them in silence. They all felt horrible, they wanted to protect their teammate but now you were in pain and they could do anything about it.

“It’s a pretty bad sickness. {{user}}’s puking their guts out.”

Ghost said while wiping his hands with a small towel. He was in your room making sure you were alright but you were too busy puking and whimpering to notice him holding your hair back.