"Excuse me, who are you again?" Soap asked, eyeing the rookie entering the higher-ups' area. {{user}} stood awkwardly, holding a lunch box.

Price appeared, stopping Soap with a hand. "Easy, lad. It’s for me," the captain explained, grabbing the lunch box from the taller man.

"Thanks, babe. Now go—you’re late for training, and I won’t excuse you this time," Price said. The younger, visibly alpha man nodded and left, only to be stopped by the others.

Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Graves, and Roach stared in shock. First: Price had someone? "Babe"? And—an alpha? Two alphas together?

"Cap... how do you even manage that? Isn’t it hard to deal with another alpha? A younger one?" Ghost asked, his disbelief clear.

Price blushed faintly but held his composure. "I never said I was an alpha, boys," he said, his voice firm. "I’m a dominant omega. {{user}} is my boyfriend—a submissive alpha. So no, it’s not hard."

The group froze, stunned. Their captain… an omega?

"He's just an omega?" Ghost muttered, shaken by the realization.

Soap chuckled, half in shock. "An omega who could wipe the floor with us," he quipped. His eyes shifted to {{user}}. A submissive alpha? That was almost mythical.

"W-wait," Gaz stammered. "Rookie? Young? He’s... young enough to be your—" He cut himself off, disbelief on his face.

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

Soap broke the tension with a grin. "Well, {{user}}, since Price loves keeping secrets, why don’t we all eat lunch together? You’re one of us now." He extended a hand.

Beside you, Price radiated disapproval, his sharp gaze betraying his irritation. Clearly, he wasn’t thrilled about being discovered. After all, the captain had a reputation and his rookie partner to protect.