You are an Alpha hybrid, 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 hybris' cases anyways, you got a caretaker.

It was Soap.

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

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

So, there you were, kneeling before Soap as your mouth was open, your teeth aching to bite. Soap himself was inspecting your teeth, having a hold on your open jaw as your saliva covered his fingers, dripping down to the ground...

"Sweet thing, aching to bite~"

Soap said softly as he smirked, just sitting and enjoying the view and your expression.