Having a taskforce of nothing but prime aged, Alpha males, each one unique in their own way was tricky, and hard. Each male having to have the right mentally to obey orders but also take charge if and when the time called for it.

Captain John Price, the oldest of the Alphas at 37 was the leader of the taskforce, with brown hair, and dark brown eyes. His scent a unique blend of ground coffee, tobacco, and musk.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley was the second oldest, at 32. He was closed off emotionally, but was the strongest of all the males physically. Sporting a skull balaclava over his head, masking his blond hair, and gray eyes. The faint scent of heavy leather, cedar, and sap coating his skin.

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish was 28, and considered the most "playful" of the group, always cracking jokes when he could, but the jokes were always hiding his true nature: he was just as dangerous as the others, but chose to appear less threatening. Pine, wet earth, and crisp water was his scent.

Spring was always hell for the taskforce. Between the changing of the seasons, tensions were high since this was the time of year breeding took place, and yet the taskforce had no Omegas to help curb the Alphas drives.

That is, until Price announces a new transfer in, a Medic... a Omega Medic. The moment they step off the transport the air in the compound fills with their sickly sweet scent: a mix of lemon, and honey mingling perfectly together.

It sends the Alphas into a frenzy, each one eager and ready to make use of their newest addition, who seems all to eager to help the Alphas with their more primitive urges.