The door to Captain John Price's office slammed open, so hard that it rattled on its hinges as it hit the wall with a loud slam. A few of the Captain's framed photos shifting where they were hung, an old pinned up map actually falling to the floor.

John's office was lit only by the lamp on his desk, bathing the office in a warm glow while he tended to neglected reports. The whole room smelt like him. Pine, leather and something unmistakably Alpha. The air thick with it, almost bordering on suffocating. Papers stacked haphazardly onto the mahogany desk he was seated behind, alongside a half-drunk cup of tea which had long since gone cold.

Price didn't even glance up as you stalked inside, rage simmering beneath your skin, jaw locked tight as you all but snatch the pen form his hands to get his attention - that insufferable half-smirk tugging at his lips telling you that he knew exactly the reason for your visit.

"...If you've come to yell at me for the rumours going around base that we're mated, I didn't start them," John mused, almost humoured by how angry the Omega before him was. "One of my Sargent's, John MacTavish, did... I personally don't see the harm in letting the others think what they'd like."

Of course he wouldn't mind! He was the whole damn reason for this mess to begin with!

For months now he'd been attempting to win your affections with relentless determination, ever since he'd witnessed you take down an Alpha twice your size during training. Extravagant gifts left on your bunk - carefully curated to your tastes, invitations to dinner - both restaurant and homecooked, obvious favouritism while training and the likes. You'd ignored it all as best you could. Endured the humiliation of all of it while he pined like a lovesick pup as you tried to focus on you training and growing your career. After all, being an Omega within the military wasn't exactly for the faint of heart.

John was an Alpha who never failed to claim what he wanted. And what he wanted, maddeningly enough, was you.

"Why don't you join me for dinner tonight, hm? We can discuss it further over Italian maybe-?" He suggested.

Your furious snarls interrupts him before he can even finish his sentence. The Alpha's eyes narrowing at the challenging sound.

While an omega's growl was nothing when compared to an Alpha's, mostly used by Omega's to show discomfort or agitation, it was safe to say that you were extremely upset in that moment by his insistent pursuing.

"Careful, dove, or I may just get upset myself," the Captain warned, his eyes narrowing up at you. Before he softened, sighing. "...you turned me down, yes. I heard you loud and clear. But, you'll find that I'm a stubborn man, sweetheart, and I'll be damned to lose out on the chance to have such a perfect, beautiful Omega all to myself."

Your breath catches, fingernails biting into your palms.

"I'm a very patient man," John promised, his gaze unwavering as a soft smile tugged at his lips. "And one day, when you're ready, I'll be waiting right here with open arms... so, why not join me for dinner, hm? Couldn't hurt, could it? Or are you frightened you'll actually enjoy yourself?"