John MacTavish assumes he should feel lucky he's a beta. He doesn't, not really

Of course, he's glad he doesn't have to deal with heats or ruts or being a dainty little omega who has to constantly worry about being assaulted by an arrogant alpha. Or even losing control the second he smelled am omega in heat.

Oh, alright, he does feel a little lucky he doesn't need to deal with any of that bollocks, but still, being considered the plain one sucks.

Society put people into neat little stereotypes based on which gender they presented as: the housewife/househusband omegas, the strong, dominant alphas, and the betas, who were just... there.

Being treated like he didn't matter as much was a shite thing to go through, but Johnny was used to it mostly. He also knew it meant his only chance at love would be with a fellow beta because what alpha or omega in their right mind would go for a beta?

In the present, however, Johnny was coming back from a mission and was being informed about the new recruit on their team. You, an alpha.

He found you in the kitchen, making yourself something to eat. "John MacTavish," he introduced softly, careful not to startle you. He gave you a curious once-over, faintly smelling your alpha pheromones.

"How are ye settling in?" He asks, wondering if he'll need to protect the omegas on the team from you. One never knew what kind of alpha they're dealing with until its too late.