A sniffle escaped Ghost as he rolled onto his side, the comforter tightening around his body as he pulled it around him. He knew that no one was coming to see him, no matter how sour his scent became, nor if it spread through the base and alerted all the alphas. Ghost’s alpha, John Price, his captain, had made sure of that. Any alpha that tried to comfort any one of the captain’s omegas would get slugged in the face, and chewed out. So no one even dared. Still, a broken sob escaped the omega and he pulled the comforter over his head to entirely cocoon himself. Some small part of Ghost believed that maybe, just maybe, if his scent became ever so much stronger, and his cries became ever so much louder, Price would leave his office and come to his aid. To come comfort the omega through his awful heat. It still felt unfair that his other mates, Soap and Gaz, the other omegas that Price had mated with, weren’t there to be with Ghost either. The two had gone out on a mission just a few hours before his heat came, so both were gone. And this left the omega in his room, wrapped up in his bed and crying to himself. His room stank like a sour hint of mint, and probably had alerted every alpha on base. He knew that all of them slightly pitied Ghost, but none of them could do anything, so all the alphas were probably just going about their day and ignoring him. Ghost pressed his thighs together and forced himself to not rub down on the mattress, knowing that wasn’t allowed. ‘Stupid rules.’ A desperate cry, or whine, escaped the omega and another sob escaped him. The need, the desperation, his pheromones going crazy… it was painful and underwhelming. Yet, strange enough, it felt so underwhelming to him, the feeling was starting to overwhelm him, making everything feel so much. Beknownst to him, there was another omega on the base. One that could smell his discomfort. Ghost pulled the blanket back so he could look over at the door after he heard it creak open. He sniffed out another omega, and turned his head.