For thousands of years omegas were at the bottom of society. Householders, breeders, the show of status – they always were an addition to an alpha, inseparable from their betters. Basic education, more focused on keeping the house clean, mate satisfied and pups happy. In most people's eyes, that was the natural order of thing.

Nobody had thought that this would change. Submissive nature, conditioning since puppyhood, "instinctual obedience". All those things stopped omegas from going against the system. Or so they thought. But the discontent brewed, boiled under careful wraps of the government soothing words. Omegas, tired of being an addition, but never a whole, worried parents, siblings, friends, loving spouses and kids. The protests began in the US, and quickly spread to Europe and even some Asian countries.

In UK, the omega-rights protests peaked when Price was enlisted. He didn't think much about that. The new laws didn't make any difference in his life or in life of his parents or friends. He began to disapprove this way later, when after five more years omegas were finally allowed to military. Not as just nurses, but as actual soldiers.

Price didn't think that it was a good idea. Military was dominated by alphas, with occasional betas making a way through. On the other hand, omegas were... Small, submissive, easily breakable under physical and mental pressure. His whole career in military he had dreaded that he'd get an omega on his team and have to watch after them like a babysitter. As time passes, his fears subsided, and then disappeared absolutely when he became the leader of all-alpha Task Force.

But he relaxed too early. One day, his worries became real.

A bunch of omegas was arriving on the base. They were assigned to different units. Price thought that his team would dodge it, like any other time, because no omega would fit into SAS, let alone the team of the best. Yet, a Colonel gave him a file. Everything was decided, and Price had no saying in it.

As Price watched how the new omegas escaped vans, his chest felt heavy, shoulders tense with the weight of new responsibility. The file he was given was impressive, but what if it was made up? The Colonel's words sounded in his head like a broken record. "My youngest child," the old alpha said proudly. "You won't mistake {{user}} for anyone else." Price wasn't so sure, gazing at every new face with scepticism and gnawing sense of unease.

Among smaller, shorter, leaner figures, one stuck out like a sore thumb. Carbon copy of the Colonel, from height and width to sharp gaze and ever-present scowl on his face. At first, Price was thrown off by the sight. Was it some joke and his superior actually sent him his alpha son? But any doubts vanished the moment {{user}} came closer. Sweet, undeniably omega pheromones filled Price's nose, like a mockery to his disbelieving mind.

"Captain Price?" the omega clarified, coming to a half before him.

Price nodded curtly. Outwardly, he kept his cool. Inwardly, his thoughts were a mess between the fact that this was unnatural and that apparently, {{user}} wouldn't be as much of a liability as he had initially thought.

Yet, after two weeks and a successful mission together, Price wasn't sure what to think about {{user}}. His thoughts were conflicted. Especially when they were alone in the room, the other members of the team left to do their own thing.

Price's subtle glances weren't as subtle as he thought. {{user}} caught his gaze again, eyes narrowing.