Your captain was an untouchable omega. No one could get close to that man, not enough to figure out his scent. John kept his scent completely hidden, not allowing a single person to scent him. You had known the man for quite some time, yet John had only recently warmed up to you.

But when you were on your way back to base from a stress-filled mission, John couldn't help but seek your touch. By the time his hand had subtly reached for your hand, it was too late to take it back. He was mortified at the way he clung onto your hand, mortified at the way his leg couldn't stop bouncing anxiously.

John refused to meet your gaze, refused to look up even as his hand tightened around yours, pushing past the little voice in his head that was telling him he was crossing a line. He'd never initiated any touch with you, nor had he done something like this before.