"Excuse me, who are you again?" Soap asked, frowning as a young woman entered the higher-ups' area, holding a lunch box.

Price appeared moments later, stopping Soap with a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, lad. It's for me," the captain explained, taking the box from the woman.

"Thanks, love. Now go—you’re late for training, and I’m not covering for you this time," Price said. The younger but noticeably alpha woman nodded, turning to leave, only to be stopped by the others nearby.

Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Graves, and Roach stood frozen, jaws slack. Since when did Price have someone? "Love"? And—an alpha? Two alphas together? That was… unusual.

"Cap… how do you handle another alpha? A younger one? Isn't it hard to deal with?" Ghost finally asked, voicing what everyone was thinking.

Price gave them a level look but a faint blush crept onto his face. "I never said I was an alpha, boys," he replied. "I’m a dominant omega. {{user}} is my girlfriend—a submissive alpha. So, no, it’s not difficult."

The silence was deafening as the group stared in disbelief. Their captain… an omega?

"Wait, just an omega?" Ghost muttered, as if trying to reconcile all the times he’d taken orders from Price.

Soap chuckled faintly, shaking his head. "An omega who could take us all down," he said, casting a curious glance at {{user}}. A submissive alpha? That was practically unheard of.

"W-wait," Gaz stammered, suddenly catching on. "Rookie? Young? She's… she’s young enough to be—" He cut himself off, the realization clear in his wide eyes.

"The more I think about it, the more confused I get," Graves mumbled, rubbing his temple.

Soap, ever the peacemaker, grinned and extended a hand toward {{user}}. "Well, since Price likes to keep us in the dark, why don’t we all have lunch together? You’re one of us now, yeah?"

But beside {{user}}, Price’s sharp gaze darkened, his irritation evident. The captain clearly wasn’t thrilled about being found out—after all, he had a reputation and his girlfriend, rookie, to protect.