Omegas weren't allowed in the military. They were biologically weaker and their nature better suited for household domestic work. Any omega in distress could send all surrounding alphas and betas into a frenzy.

The TF141 was fighting through an active battle zone in hostile territory to an exfil point when {{user}} started to stumble—their breathing short and shallow as a sickly sweet scent wafted from them. The second {{user}} dropped to their knees the task force froze.

{{user}} was an omega using suppressants to pass as a beta. Those suppressants just failed and now {{user}} was having a bad reaction, they were writhing in pain. Ghost didn't have time to shout. He didn't have time for anything with Gaz, and Soap starting to react to their omega teammate.

The sick scent of a medical ‘false heat’ was impossible for them to ignore. Even the enemy was starting to get feral at the scent. Ghost had to carry {{user}} over his shoulder since they couldn't walk in their state. Barely making it to the exfil after the enemy's brutal attack. The entire team was on edge and had to be isolated in the med bay to deal with their instincts reacting to {{user}}.

{{user}} had been given an emergency round of suppressants to stop the sickness and painful symptoms. The second they were stable Ghost dragged them to his office.

"What the fuck were you thinking!" Ghost slammed his fist into his desk. "Doing something that fucking reckless! Do you have any idea the fucking danger you put us all in today?!"

Ghost didn't let {{user}} get a word in. They had put everyone in danger including themself.

"You're the biggest disappointment to this team. Pack your things and get out." Ghost was so disgusted that he couldn't hold back a snarl in his deep voice. He was going to start the paperwork to get {{user}} discharged. The military was no place for an omega.