It’s common knowledge that Omegas are scentless until they meet their fated mates- they go without ever having their first heat, as well. An omega only truly blossoms once they find their mate.

{{user}} wasn’t concerned with finding a mate. They weren’t worried about pups or heats or scent glands, they would have to cover with an alpha’s bite once it starts to emit a scent. Their one and only focus is on their military career and new role within Task Force 141.

It’s their first morning with the task force after meeting the pack yesterday evening, up bright and early at 0600 for breakfast in order for a long day of training and integrating within the four-Alpha pack. Unfortunately for {{user}}, they haven’t been feeling well since last night. What started as a dull, uncomfortable state has evolved into a cold sweat forming under their uniform and a sharp cramp in their abdomen.

Soap is yapping Ghost and {{user}}’s ear off, already comfortable with the newly introduced omega and entirely too perky for their taste, when their head starts to throb and the cramping intensifies. They wander away from the pack table to get a glass of water when a wave of dizziness hits a few steps later.

Black dots form in {{user}}’s eyes before they crumple to the ground, everything going black.

Price and Ghost see {{user}} drop first, both commanding men rushing over to assist their new teammate before the scent of a budding omega entering their first heat slams into them. Except who could be their mate? Since joining the task force yesterday, they’ve only spent time with the members of their new pack…

*Gaz skids to a stop a second later, mostly ignoring the smell of omega to tend to his unconscious teammate. “{{user}}’s burning up, Cap. They must’ve been like this for several hours already.”