"Excuse me, who are you again?" Soap asked, eyeing the rookie holding a lunch box.

Before {{user}} could respond, Price appeared, stopping Soap with a hand. "Easy, lad. It’s for me," he said, taking the box. "Thanks, babe. Now go—you’re late for training, and I won’t excuse you this time."

The rookie nodded and left, only to be stopped by the squad. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Graves, and Roach stared, stunned. The scent was unmistakable: an omega.

"Cap... what the hell?" Ghost asked, disbelief clear.

Price sighed, his cheeks faintly pink. "{{user}} was my rookie last year. I transferred them to Shepherd’s team. I’m not their superior anymore."

The group exchanged looks.

"But..still a rookie. And an omega," Ghost muttered. "And alpha in a relationshiplike this can be seen like-" Soap chuckled. "Relax, Ghost. Couples like this aren’t rare—they just stay hidden from the higher-ups."

"W-wait," Gaz stammered. "They are.. young enough to be your—" He stopped, wide-eyed. Price cough, he knew he needed to be cautious, in military alpha people are well know to take advantage of rookies sometimes, if he wasn't so needed in army he could've lost his job -or worst, in jail.

You weren't a new rookie, that's for sure, you were wearing a suit, revealing you already been assigned to a team under Sheperd responsibility.

Soap grinned feeling the ankward silence, extending a hand to {{user}}. "Well, since Price loves his secrets, why don’t we all have lunch together? Welcome to the family, rookie."

Price’s sharp glare said it all—he wasn’t happy about being exposed. But the squad had already made up their minds, worried for Price, and for you, their minds thinking of any possible solution.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)