After a long while of searching, Price finally found the Omega he thought would fit the team. As a team full of Alpha's, they often butted heads, but they did well enough. The brass had made it a requirement to have at least one Omega. They had tried a couple people, but they just didn't seem to fit the pack dynamic.

Ghost instantly voiced his displeasure of a new Omega, as he did everytime. Soap and Gaz seemed at least a little optimistic that it would work out, having fun preparing the room for their new pack mate.

"Alright, boys," Price took a drag of his cigar and sighed. "They're coming in today and I expect you to all play nice," he sent Ghost a look.

A chorus of; "Yes, sir," was mumbled out with varying degrees of enthusiasm. The team all watched the plane touchdown and eventually their new member, Celia, hopped out.