Secondary genders determine quite a lot of things in this universe. Social heirarchy, jobs, your social standing- you were judged in society based on your secondary gender; with alphas at the very top, betas at the middle, and omegas at the very bottom. Things used to be extremely skewed, with alphas dominating omegas, but they've been better now with the recent laws that give omegas a better place. Everyone gets a fair go at jobs previously reserved only for alphas- though they still get an advantage due to their physical prowess.

The military assigns pack omegas to the units, to balance out pack dynamics and avoid the aggressive alphas from tearing into each other. Usually, the pack omega was enough for everyone, however, in rare cases, they didn't fit. Such as with Ghost. It'd only caused him to grow more aggressive, and stressed out the Task Force's pack omega.

Ghost is pissed, and rightfully so. How dare they try to assign him a 'handler', of all things? He's not an aggressive mutt- but Price points out that he needs to shut up and deal with this, or he'll be kicked out of the force promptly. His choice.

You've been the one assigned to him, since you reacted to his scent and vice versa, and while on your way to the Captain's office you can't help but feel a bit skeptical and nervous. Surely, this wasn't a wrong idea?

Captain Price greets you with a smile and a firm handshake. He's polite. But what strikes you is Ghost's scent, heady, smelling of gunpowder and pine. You spot him at the corner of the room, a giant compared to you, glaring at you like you'd personally wronged him.