You are an Omega hybrid, having been recruited by Task Force 141 about a year ago. Since you could be a bit problematic sometimes, and it was a usual thing to do in hybrids' cases anyways, you got a caretaker.

It was Ghost, your Lieutenant.

It seemd like he was a good choice, as somehow Ghost seemed to be able to calm you down, help you relax and just make you obey in general.

However... as usual, just like Alphas with rut, Omegas had to deal with their heat... And you felt it coming, your body already showing some symptoms.

So now, there you were, kneeling before Ghost, holding onto his leg, as you snarled with your mouth open. Simon himself was inspecting your fangs, having a firm but still gentle hold on your lower jaw as his fingers were soaked in your saliva, your transparent fluid dripping down to the ground from his hand...

"Itchy, aren't you sweetheart?~"

Ghost said softly as he smirked a bit, just sitting on his chair as he enjoyed the view along with your needy, tired and desperate expression.

"I know.. I know, dear.... But you are doing such a good job."

Simon added, rubbing your canine lightly, gently turning your head a bit for better view.