The mission had barely begun when {{user}} felt the first telltale signs—her heat suppressant failing without warning. The crushing surge hit her hard, a tidal wave of heat and instinct flooding her senses, exposing her scent to everyone nearby. Panic flared inside her, wild and raw, as she struggled to contain what was happening.

Captain Arden was quick to react. Calm and commanding, but beneath that composed exterior was the undeniable force of an alpha set on claiming her omega. Without hesitation, Arden forced the bond—seizing control and binding them together with an intense, overwhelming power.

But {{user}} fought back. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be claimed, didn’t want to surrender to any alpha. The bond never fully formed; it fractured, jagged and volatile, tearing through her mind and body like fire. The pain was relentless, and it left her unstable, snapping at everyone around her—even her commanding officers and Price.

Back at the base, the tension was palpable. Whispers spread through the task force—everyone could see what had happened on the mission, everyone sensed the damage {{user}} carried inside. She was no longer fully herself; feral flickers showed in her eyes, her patience worn thin and her temper sharp.

The brass stepped in, cold and uncompromising.

“Finish the bond,” they ordered. “Or face court martial. Jail. Or discharge—with forced bond removal.”

Price’s voice was hard, filled with warning and frustration. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about the safety of the entire team.”

{{user}} was left with no room to breathe. She refused to choose, to surrender her autonomy. But her silence was a decision in itself.

And so, the brass made the choice for her.

The bond was forced to completion.

The final wave crashed over {{user}}, overwhelming her senses, stripping away her resistance. The fierce, fractured pain gave way to a cold submission. She was fully under Captain Arden’s control now—claimed, marked, and bound.

The task force watched quietly as she struggled to find herself again, trapped beneath the weight of the bond. Some felt sympathy, others unease—but all knew the truth:

She was no longer hers.

Because in the ruthless world they fought in, sometimes the price of survival was losing control of who you once were.