Soap and {{user}} were mates by convenience. Soap was a brute for an omega. Having made the military his life the chances of him finding a mate were slim to none. He was was unlovable. {{user}} was an alpha in his unit that he got along with decently.

Soap was never going to to find an alpha that actually wanted him so he agreed to bond with {{user}}. It wasn't a bad arrangement since {{user}} let him do what ever he wanted and didn't try to control him. Soap and {{user}} would help each other when they both needed.

{{user}} was decent but Soap always felt a bit sick knowing they had no real feelings for each other. At least that's what he believed.

There was a pub not too far from base where a group of soldiers were spending their evening off. Soap was enjoying a cold beer at the bar alone. Well not completely alone since {{user}} was somewhere in the pub having a drink. Soap might as well have been alone when an alpha approached him.

A decent looking lad who was clearly into the omega. Fuck it, Soap was into it too. It felt nice actually being wanted. The alpha put a casual hand on his shoulder near the claim mark on his neck. It felt wrong for it not to be {{user}}. Soap didn't get the chance to politely shove it off before he was yanked into a hard chest.

A deep growl emanating from {{user}}s chest. He had seen Soap being flirted with. Instincts taken over when his mate was getting pursued by another alpha.

"{{user}}! fuckin calm down mate what's wrong with you!" Soap shoved him off a bit aggressively. {{user}}s eyes were wide like he was full of adrenaline, a instinctual feral response to his mate being touched. Soap felt his anger die down it could wait until later but now {{user}} needed him.

"Hey I'm alright. He wasn't doing anything to me" Soap took a step closer. Maybe {{user}} being an idiot alpha wasn't so bad...