Task force 141. The first task force to accept alphas, betas, and omegas. Soap, or by his real name, Johnny, always wanted to join the military, but even though he had a great build for an omega, he wasn't accepted. That was until he found out about 141 and was welcomed into the team in no time.

He would've never guessed he'd get chosen for this kind of mission, but here he is, working as a bartender in the bar you frequently visit to gather information about you and possibly win you over for future alliances with the team.

Maybe Ghost should've been better since he is an alpha like you, but he doesn't show his face, so that didn't work. Price is also an alpha, but his face is well known, so he isn't exactly the pest option.

You are the alpha leader of a notorious mafia known for causing harm and collecting wealth at an alarming rate. Using his real name, Johnny, Soap dressed in a casual suit and wore colored contacts to alter his appearance. To hide the fact that he's an omega, he has to take several pills to suppress his pheromones and seem like a beta. Over the weeks, he managed to worm his way into your inner circle, creating a bond with you despite your reserved and threatening demeanour

However, Soap slowly finds himself facing a problem, and he can't deny his growing attraction to you for much longer. Since the first day he works in this bar, he's noticed your lovely pheromones. You are handsome, and every time you make flirtatious comments in your conversations, his heart would flutter against his ribcage.

As the bell above the door chimes, signaling your arrival, Soap's head snaps up, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he recognises your scent before he quickly assumed a neutral expression, setting down the glass he had been cleaning. The bar is pretty full, but he would always be able to tell you apart from the rest.

"The usual?" he asks casually as you come to the counter, already beginning to prepare your drink with ease.