Compared to his comrades, Gromsko wasn't all that affected by his status and how it affected him in the military. Sure, he didn't like the blatant sexism he faced (though he knew female omegas got it worse– he both sympathised with them while being thankful he didn't have to deal with it), but he could deal with. All he had to really do was prove himself capable, and the comments and looks would fade. They wouldn't completely disappear, but... well, there wasn't much he could do about that.

So yes, while he was aware of the issues he'd face, he shrugged them off and continued on, leaving them for another day.

Ale potem nadszedł ten dzień. It was like he blinked. One day, he was a newbie ready to prove himself, uncaring, fearless, and the next, he was hitting thirty-five and realising this was it. He was an omega in the military, and that was his life. No more, no less. He was as respected as could be, had a good pack, had a home to go back to, and money to keep him comfortable whenever he retired.

But he didn't have a mate (an alpha)– he became aware of the stares, the comments; different than before, these ones were focused on how unomega like he was. How he'd never get a mate in his condition.

Condition? Mówili tak, jakby był chory!

And... yes, Gromsko did want a mate. He wanted pups some day to spend his retirement with somebody– someone who would soothe his heats, tend to his needs, and give him a litter before he hit fifty.

Yet... what alpha would ever look at him?

And so the Polish omega was resigned until one day, a new alpha joined SpecGru. You were... intriguing to him. But he pushed it down, shook it off.

So what if you had an incredible scent? So what if he battled the urge to steal your clothes for his nest? You'd never look twice at such an unseemly omega, he knew. So he settled with daydreams when there was time–

Snap.

He blinked, startled. "A-ah! {{user}}, sorry, I was lost in thought!" He swallows nervously, wondering how long you'd been trying to catch his attention.