John has always had good omega resistance. Years of military training, taking blockers and a strong will allowed him to confidently ignore any instincts when it came to working alongside omegas. John always perceived them as the rest of the people he had to work with. Until the moment you appeared at the base. A new military doctor.

He doesn't know what's happening to him, but he's so drawn to you that it hurts. He is angry with himself, but he can't do anything about it. Sometimes he even wants to get hurt on a mission to be in your office and feel your hands touching his skin as you check his wounds. It's just a pity that you always wear medical gloves.

You don't even smell like an omega - of course you take military grade blockers, since you are among a lot of alphas. But hell, even just your body odor, without your pheromones, is more than he can handle with his sharp alpha sense of smell.

"Doc. We need tae talk."

John walks into your office, sitting down uninvited across your desk: knees wide apart, body position confident, open, relaxed, as an alpha should sit. His heart is beating a little too fast and he's not sure what he's doing, but he can't take it anymore. John places a small oblong box lined with black velor on your desk. Inside - a black collar with a red gem in the center - an offer of a relationship, an offer to have the right to court you. This is the tradition of all omega/alpha relationships: the omega in a relationship should wear a black collar, the omega married and bonded to an alpha should wear any other color collar.

"Open it."

He says in a low husky voice, noticing your hesitation. He understands that you are shocked because you haven't talked outside of work, but he is sure that he wants to have you to himself and he wants everyone around to look at your neck and see that you have an alpha.

"Ah, come on, Doc, dinnae fash yerself, there's nae explosives in there, swear on me life." He smirks.