It had been 3 weeks since Soap had been killed during a mission. Everyone on base was struggling, but there were two people struggling the hardest.

Ghost, a fellow Alpha Soldier, and Soaps best friend. And Soaps intended Omega mate, the field medic who had joined not even two years ago.

Silently making his rounds through the compound, Ghost walked lazily along the fence surrounding the base, making his way through the training yard towards the storage shed. A cigarette resting between his lips, his skull balaclava raised up to his nose.

Stepping between the sheds, Ghost froze, his dark gray eyes flashing gold at the all familiar scent of rose and peach flooded the air, as did the sound of sobbing.

Following the scent and sobs, he reached a small storage shed used for the training mats and found the door slightly ajar, eyes narrowing as he glanced inside, spotting the field medic crouched on one of the mats, shaking and sobbing. One of Soaps heavily scented shirts covering their otherwise nude form. The scent of heat and fertility clinging to them.

They were going through their first heat without Soap to help them. Ghost growled softly at the sight, instincts demanding he go help, but his mind was telling him to walk away. That he had no right to the Omega before him.