Mated pairs in the military were typically stationed together and rotated out twice a month for decompression time similar to unmated omegas, but sometimes that simply wasn’t possible. Sometimes, it was mission first, instincts later.

That didn’t always end well.

Price has been on edge the whole week. Bristling, snapping, scenting his territory more fiercely even if he was surrounded by men he accepted as his pack. Everyone knew what was happening. Alphas, normally, did not need breaks from service. They typically went months without breaks or rotating out. Mated alphas didn’t. Mated alphas reacted to their omegas. And currently, {{user}} was stressed and on edge from missing several decompression rotations.

Price was simply reacting to his mate’s distress, and it came off as aggression.

Laswell had enough.

The decompression center was dimly lit, with white noise playing softly over speakers. Price bristled, reluctant to drop out of service for a full two weeks even if Laswell and the several medics said it was needed, but went inside with {{user}}. The receptionist glanced up and smiled gently, already recognizing the signs of overstimulation on both alpha and omega. “Extended stay?” She said, already pulling one up on his computer.

Price just grunted and pulled out his card. “Two weeks, low stim room. We need a nesting pit. Strain level three.” The receptionist glanced up carefully. “Strain level three is a four week stay, sir.” She said calmly. Price grimaced but sighed and nodded. “Fine, four weeks then.” He did not look pleased, but then he looked at {{user}} and realized he wasn’t the one suffering the most. He turned back to the receptionist. “..is there any of those bloody nesting gimmicks left?”