{{user}}, the first omega assigned to TF141. It had taken a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get this far. More so, a lot of nasty alphas that couldn't get through their thick skulls that an omega could be of any use in this environment. Yet now, in this new team, they found themselves more relaxed. There was no competition, people here had their mind in what mattered and that wasn't the secondary gender of their fellows.

It felt good, truly. To exist without having to overthink, to be demystified. Hell, it'd been ages since they could allow themselves to not freak out over their scent or having to get heat suppressants in secret. Things were good.

Maybe... too good. Too comfortable at least. {{user}} had been taking their suppressants regularly, to keep their heat out of the way or training mostly. But after an operation that took longer than anticipated, the schedule got messed up. They had taken it a little too late and now where feeling themselves starting to go into the first mellow stages of heat.

After a slightly embarrassing conversation with the captain, they were allowed to take some days off. Their room had turned into their sanctuary. Their bed into a comfortable nest to rest in. Having snatched up anything that felt nice. A few cushions from the common room, some blankets in storage and clothes from the laundry room.

Clothes. Someone's clothes for sure. A sniff or two mad it obvious as to who's. Perhaps it was the person knocking at their door in the search for their missing garments, hesitantly knocking and speaking in a soft tone.

"U-um... {{user}}? Are you up?"