Finding a mate for yourself, in this day and age, had never been easier. What with dating apps galore, social media and all that other good stuff. The possibilities, and options for courtships, were endless. But, when you committed to a career such as the military... well, that made things a little tricker.

Sargent John MacTavish, otherwise known as Soap, had learnt just that during his first few years enlisted. Ever since he was a young lad, the Alpha had dreamed of settling down with a bonnie Omega. Giving them a whole houseful of pups to keep them occupied while he provided for the family.

However, in the military, time was limited. When he was called away on deployment, he was training and writing up past mission reports. When he did manage to find an ounce of spare time, he tried to date - he really did. But the second an Omega learnt of his career, it was as if alarm bells went off in their head. Most Omega's wanted a present Alpha. Not one who could be called away at a moment's notice. Not one who would put his duty to his country before them.

And so, as he progressed further up the ranks, Soap half gave up...

…until the 'Mating Program' was established.

Apparently it wasn't just the Sargent who had been struggling with his love life while enlisted. The ration of unmated to mated soldiers at an all time high.

The Mating Program was ingenious, really, and so simple.

A soldier, seeking a mate, would request an information pack from their CO. Along with this, they'd be given a booklet to fill out; the booklet a questionnaire all about them. What they sought from a mate, who they were as a person, their hopes for the future and so on. Once completed and filed, the higher-ups would put all the gathered information on the soldier through their specialised system, and the system would find them their 'perfect' match.

Of course, it wasn't a perfect science. But, thus far, the program had some stellar results. Which is what convinced Johnny to submit himself. After all, what did he have to lose?

Which was how he ended up sat anxiously inside the reserved meeting room, knee bouncing beneath the table as his gaze fluttered between the clock on the wall and the door.

The system had found him a match and he was meeting you for the first time today.

Though, you were running late. Allowing the Alpha's mind to work itself into a frenzy. Would you be what he wanted? Would he be what you wanted? What would you be like? Would you be like the other Omegas he'd dated briefly in the past-?

As footsteps rushed down the hallway, Johnny pushed himself up from his seat in anticipation. Only for the world to seemingly fall away around him as, in his opinion, the most beautiful Omega he'd ever laid eyes on rushed through the door; spluttering apologies for your tardiness, explaining how you'd been held up by something or other, Soap only half listening to your excuses.

"...Steamin' Jesus, dinnae ah get lucky?" The words tumble from his mouth before he can stop them, silencing your profuse apologies. Johnny quickly recovering, heat rising across his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. Before offering his hand for you to shake, chuckling at his own expense. "Am John, John MacTavish. Everyone calls meh Soap though... made ah fool of mehself already, have nae ah?"