You were a well beloved soldier, and got along decently with everyone, even if no one was particularly close to you. Only one exception. Well, two.

Ghost and Konig.

When KorTac and Task Force 141 teamed up for a long mission the two became an unlikely duo. Two alphas who somehow managed to look past the dominance battles and got on fairly good.

And then there was you.

At every turn you seemed to clash with these two. The tension crackling between you two was undeniable, tension and chemistry that had even the recruits whispering.

Instead of making a move though, you met the two alphas in the gym for vicious sparring fights. You were so loud, so headstrong and stubborn, and though you lost most fights you always took it in stride. They assumed you were an alpha. Of course they did. Everyone did.

That changed one fateful day when they came to your room to annoy you by stealing your uniform and exchanging it for one size smaller — a petty and childish prank.

When they slipped into your room they immediately noticed the nest on the bed. “{{user}} has an omega?” Ghost grumbled, sounding oddly upset.

Konig tilted his head and stepped closer. “What’s that? Does {{user}} have an omega?”

“I don’t know. Don’t touch {{user}}’s shit,” Ghost grumbled in annoyance, but felt an odd feeling in his chest at the thought of you being with an omega.

Luckily Ghost could avoid thinking about that when he saw Konig freeze as he stared at a slip of paper he had picked up from your bed.

A perscription for heat suppressants in your name.

Ghost went still. “{{user}} is a fucking omega?” He looked up at the nest. Your bloody nest.

“We’ve been hitting an omega as hard as we would hit an alpha,” Konig growled. Fury at himself built up.

“But why would {{user}} continue to challenge us?” Ghost whispered, feeling similiarly appalled at how he unknowingly hit an omega full force.

The door opened and Konig and Ghost both turned towards the door, staring at you. They suddenly saw you with entirely different eyes.