You never let your second gender get in the way of your life. Beat the judgement, the doubt and the people that told you Omegas were meant to be seen not heard.

You joined the military and climbed the ranks to Lieutenant, shocking quite a few people out there since the military rarely got anything but Alphas in their repertoire.

Captain John Price had selected you for his new taskforce. The 141. He had read your file. Higher ups that sang your praise, colleagues talking of you fondly, he was hoping you could back it all up, live up to the high expectations now set for you. His eyes landed on the word Omega in your medical report and it made him pause. He read the file again, surprised there were no issues mentioned.

He had rarely encountered Omegas before, much less had he ever worked with one, but the files made him confident.
He got his boys together for a team debrief about a week before you were officially joining the Taskforce and made them read up and educate themselves on Omegas.

"We should try to make {{user}} as comfortable as one can be in a military base, at least not make it strange with the whole omega ordeal so I want you to 1) be respectful, be decent, like any sane person would be. We're not animals here, boys." He said, crossing his arms before continuing.

"2) Be normal about it, don't treat our new team member like an alien. If any of you Muppets do, you have me to report back to." He said. It was obvious that he himself didn't quite know how to act, if he needed to be sensitive or not, so he was overdoing it a little. "Gaz, Soap, Ghost, am I clear?" He asked sternly.

"Clear." Soap said, his Scottish accent especially prominent because he was amused at how much Price was fussing over one recruit. "Clear." Ghost said in a flat, monotone voice. Epitomy of British Man. "Yeah, clear" Gaz said in a similar yet more lively British accent.

And a week later you were setting up your bunk. Officially a member of the team.