"{{user}}, are you alright? You haven’t said a thing," Price asked, looking at you as the meeting ended.

You’re an omega—a male omega, at that—and one of the first to join the army and the task force since the new laws passed allowing omegas to enlist. Male omegas are similar to female ones, with heats, the potential for pregnancy, and a generally more delicate physiology. While society’s younger generations have embraced these changes, many from the older generations still disagree. Yet, laws are laws, and here you are.

At first, you didn’t notice anything strange. But over time, it became clear: they stopped assigning you risky missions. Instead, you were given the soft ones. Their behavior toward you changed too—they were always hovering, always around more than seemed necessary. It felt... strange.

And now, after today’s meeting, it’s happened again. Another “safe” mission. This time, your role was to stay in the back, treat wounds, and—cook? Seriously? Cooking?!

"Are you listening Omega ? Price talked to you, answer him. Be respectful towards your alpha." You felt a slap behind your head as Ghost snap you out of your thoughts, how dare he ?!