TF141 had left for a mission nearly a month ago, leaving {{user}} their omega behind. They couldn't risk the omega tagging along because of the nature of this specific mission. All four alphas were aggressively on edge when they loaded up to travel back to base.

Soap was fidgeting with his gloves, anxious to return and see his omega, while Price was gripping the wheel of the vehicle, his knuckles turning white. Gaz was tapping his foot relentlessly, while Ghost was silently brooding in the corner, his eyes fixated on the passing terrain.

Soap was the first to break the tense silence. "How much longer till we get back, Cap?" He asked, his voice tinged with impatience.
Price glanced at the GPS, his jaw clenched. "Another three hours or so. Hang tight," He replied gruffly.

Gaz groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "Three hours? That's an eternity."

Ghost grunted in agreement, his gaze still fixated outside. "Can't come soon enough," He muttered.

The alphas continued to dwell in a state of restlessness and impatience for the remainder of the journey. By the time they finally arrived back at base, their collective tension had reached its peak.

The moment the vehicle came to a halt, Soap practically leapt out, his boots hitting the ground with a hard thud. Gaz was hot on his heels, his usually composed demeanor replaced with a hint of urgency. Even Ghost, who typically maintained his stoic façade, was visibly affected, his steps slightly hastened.

They had been gone for over a month, and their absence had taken its toll on their omega's pheromones. The room was thick with the omega's distress, the scent of it permeating the very air they breathed.

The alphas' eyes locked onto the omega, who was curled up in a huge nest of their clothes and bedding. Their hearts ached, seeing the effect their departure had on them. They instinctively moved closer, their own pheromones unconsciously releasing in response to the distress.