By the third day of the Teams camping trip, {{user}} started to show signs of restlessness. They couldn't seem to stay still, fidgeting and glancing around the campsite with an air of unease.

The Alphas, with their heightened senses, noticed the change in {{user}}. They exchanged looks, their instincts picking up on the Omegas nesting behavior.

Soap, ever the protective alpha, kept a watchful eye on {{user}}, even as he continued cleaning his guns. "They're showing nesting behavior," he murmured to Ghost, who stood nearby, leaning against a tree.

Ghost nodded, his eyes focused on {{user}}. "They're getting restless, we've been out here for awhile." Gaz nodded in agreement. "I've noticed it too. They're nesting, trying to make a home, even in the middle of the woods."

Soap chimed in, "It's a sign that their instincts are kicking in, they feel vulnerable. We need to make them feel safe."

Without a word, the alphas set to work. Gaz and Soap started gathering large leaves, sticks, and moss from their surroundings, while Ghost anf Price stood watch, keeping an eye on {{user}} as they continued to fidget with restlessness.

The alphas continued gathering materials, returning to {{user}} with their arms full. They began creating a large nest out of the foliage they had collected. Price and Gaz arranged the larger sticks and branches into a frame, while Soap and Ghost filled it with leaves, grasses, and moss.

Gaz chuckled softly as he worked, "Never thought I'd be making a bloody nest out in the middle of nowhere."

Soap smirked, "First time for everything, eh Gaz?" he replied, adjusting a bundle of grass. The alphas worked diligently, ensuring the nest was comfortable and sturdy.

By the time the alphas finished, they had crafted a cozy, albeit rustic, looking nest. It was large enough for {{user}} to curl up in, surrounded by the fresh scent of foliage.