Simon was convicted someone on the Taskforce was an Omega, and he was going to find out who it was. His current guess was either Soap, or {{user}}.

As his rut grew closer, his senses heightened, and he was following the scent. The delicious, distracting scent.. That’s exactly why there couldn’t be an omega in the barracks. It was driving him mad, and he was sure the other Alpha's in the unit were feeling the same.

The Alpha came to a stop directly in front of.. {{user}}’s door. Well, that solved the mystery. He didn’t knock, he just barged right into {{user}}’s room, just in time to see {{user}} stuff a packet of pills underneath his pillow.

Caught red handed Simon thought, his gaze hardening underneath his mask.

"So it's you.. You're the filthy little omega."