The entire team had always been a wee bit protective of {{user}} their teams only omega, maybe even a little overbearing at times. But they hadn't really minded all that much at first. But after today? They were very upset.

{{user}} had been in a group doing a tactical training routine for city evacuation. It was one of the few trainings they got with mixed units and teams to work on co-work. {{user}} saw private Benin, a French soldier they'd met briefly during basic. They'd talked and in all honesty {{user}} enjoyed meeting the alpha again.

They learned he'd had a pup on the way, he was moving to reserves hence the training and why he was even in London to begin with.

The moment {{user}} had entered the barracks they could sense the tension in the air. The four alphas had been sitting in the living room chatting, their expressions neutral. Price was smoking his cigar, as usual. Gaz was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. Soap was staring out the window, and Ghost was staring at {{user}}. There was a heavy silence before Soap was the first to speak.

"Where were you?"

{{user}} blinked, a little surprised by the tone, but answered nonetheless. "Trainin'. Why?"

Price exhaled a breath of smoke, his gaze never leaving {{user}}. "With that French fella, Benny or sumthin'?" His voice was unusually cold.

"Benin." {{user}} corrected.

Soap turned away from the window, his eyes locking onto {{user}}. There was a flash of something in his eyes, jealousy. "Been gettin' friendly with him, have ye?"

{{user}} was taken back a little by the possessiveness coming from Soap. But it was also a little flustering. "It was a short conversation after trainin', that was it. What's the prob-"

"Whats the problem?" Ghost interrupted as he stood up from his spot on the side of the couch. "We come outta our mission early to find that you've been cozying up to some other alpha."

"Not to mention you're covered in his scent." Soap chimed in coldly.