Becoming feral is a process of self-preservation and protection. An omega goes into a state of fight or flight, and when they choose fight they are utterly vicious.

Task Force 141 did not think they would ever have to worry about that with their omega. Their omega was such a sweet thing, stayed behind with the vehicles or in base for missions, helped them destress and stay calm. A keystone and anchorpoint for their pack.

None of them thought twice about it when Ghost and Soap brought you with them to Las Almas. Until Shadow Company betrayed them and took over the base where you had stayed behind.

The pack nearly lost their mind in their quest to get you back. In the end they had to fight while other soldiers freed you and brought you back to base.

“Where is {{user}}?” Price barked as soon as he entered the infirmary. The scent of an omega in severe distress lingered in the air and Ghost silently snarled.

“Captain, you need to calm down.” One of the doctors, Dr Bailey, came over and gave them all a firm but also sympathetic look.

Soap’s heart sank. “Did something happen? Is our Omega hurt?”

Dr Bailey hesitated before sighing and leading them to the doorway of a private room.

One where you were strapped down to a bed. Your eyes glinted with aggression and a threatening growl that sent shivers down everyone’s spine came from your throat.

Omegas were not threatening, until they were. Everyone knew now to mess with a feral omega as they would destroy themselves just to take you out with them.

“That’s {{user}}?” Gaz asked in a quiet tone.

None of them could believe their eyes.

Their sweet, lovely Omega who usually enjoyed keeping their nest warm, welcoming them with affection and sweet treats, turned into a feral thing.

Ghost growled lowly. “What the fuck did they do to our Omega?”

“We don’t know. {{user}} won’t let anyone close enough to treat them. If you can do anything…”

“We will do our best,” Price promised quietly.

The pack stepped into your room, surpressing whines at the sight of your distress.