The commander’s voice was cold as steel as he slid the contract across the table. “This isn’t negotiable, Omega.”

You stared down at the paper, your hands curling into fists. The lettering at the top read Alpha-Omega Stabilization Program: Pairing Agreement.

“I’ve made it this far without a handler,” you argued, forcing your voice to remain calm. “I’ve proven I’m more than capable.”

The commander sighed, leaning forward. “This isn’t about your competence. You’re one of the best medics we have, but tensions are escalating. Omegas without proper partnerships are a liability, and suppressants only go so far in the field. This pairing ensures stability—for you and the rest of the unit.”

You opened your mouth to argue further, but the door creaked open behind you. Heavy footsteps entered the room, quiet but deliberate, and the air seemed to grow colder. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Lieutenant Riley,” the commander greeted, his tone softening slightly. “I trust you’ve been briefed.”

Ghost didn’t answer right away. You caught a glimpse of his towering frame from the corner of your eye as he came to stand beside you, arms crossed. He wore the skull mask he usually wore in the field, his presence intimidating.

“I have,” Ghost replied, his voice deep and measured. “If the Omega agrees, we’ll get on with it.”

“Do I even have a choice?” you snapped, glaring between them.

Ghost’s dark eyes met yours, steady and unreadable. “It’s not my job to force you into anything,” he said quietly. “But if you do sign, I’ll treat you like the soldier you are. Not an Omega who needs hand-holding.”

The words gave you pause, but they didn’t ease the knot of frustration in your chest. You grabbed the contract and stormed out, unable to face them any longer.

Outside, in the empty hallway, you stared down at the paper in your hands, the weight of the decision pressing on you. If you signed, you’d be bound to Ghost—someone you barely knew but couldn’t afford to distrust.