It was safe to say that you were reaching your wits end with a certain Sargent Kyle Garrick, or Gaz as his friends called him.

For months now, rumours had spread like wildfire throughout base. Rumours you knew he had spread and yet couldn't do anything to prove as such. Whispers in the barracks, sidelong glances in the hallways. Your name constantly spoken alongside that on Kyle's, tangled together in a story not of your own making.

By this point, the young Alpha had done everything outside of outright claiming you; gifts, teasing, smiles, whispered promises, at least twenty texts a day. It was a relentless pursuit that had your patience fraying at the seams. You had refused him again and again. Clearly. Repeatedly. And yet, the rumours persisted.

However, it all came to a head in the cafeteria.

Laughter swelled in the air, only to hush as you stepped inside the mess hall. A few soldier's wisely averting their gaze upon seeing the scowl on your face, others glancing towards the far side table - towards him - getting ready for a show.

Gaz lounges there, all smug like, with one arm draped over the back of his chair as he joked around with his friends.

Crossing the room with measured steps, the weight of the situation pressed down on you, fuelling your anger. Upon reaching his table, Kyle looked up at you. Hazel eyes gleaming with surprise that you'd sought him out for once, sitting up straighter as a bright smile fell onto his face. Before it faltered upon smelling your scent - sour with anger and upset.

"Sweetheart? What's the matter? Are you alright-?" He asked, expression turning into something concerned as he played the role of 'doting' Alpha well.

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.

"...I know your upset, and you can throw your tantrums all you'd like," Kyle said, smoothly, slowly rising from his seat. Leaning forward so his scent curled around you in hopes of somewhat soothing your upset. "But, it doesn't change how I feel and it doesn't change a thing. You're mine, even if you won't accept that yet... you'll come around eventually. I'm sure of it."