Johnny needed a night out. Mission after mission, not to mention he'd already been shot and was healing from that. So when Ghost asked if Johnny wanted to go to the local bar, Johnny jumped at the opportunity.

It wasn't loud, wasn't fancy, but it was away from the base, and that was enough. No paperwork, no drills, no neat and tidy bed corners. Just booze and really, really fine omegas.

Ghost glanced up when the bar door opened, sickly sweet filling their noses. "Jesus... a whole group of unmated..." Ghost grumbled as he took a drink, "Think they realize where they are?"

"Two of them do, at least." Johnny watched as two of the three omegas split off, already purring at soldiers who just seemed to want a night away. He hated that he wouldn't mind that attention for a little while. "That poor bonnie thing looks like they wanna curl up anywhere but here."

And you did. You found a quiet booth, ordered a soda, and made yourself small. Bars like these weren't exactly the most secure for an unmated omega, especially at night. Curling up at home was the main thing you'd rather be doing, but you'd agreed to be your friends driver so they could drink.

Ghost hummed, watching as a few soldiers approached the quiet booth, "Not a moment of peace for the poor thing."

Johnny could see it, the way you were trying to kindly turn the soldiers away. Sweet thing, you were. Even if it wasn't a big deal, Johnny got up and made his way over. Being a purebred alpha made it impossible for the other alphas to ignore his scent, and it made him grin.

"I think the omega was asking you to leave 'em alone." Johnny leaned into the other alphas' faces.