{{user}}, the newest member of 141, had been deployed on a mission with Price and Gaz for three weeks. {{user}} was an omega, the lowest of the food chain, but hid it with suppressants and scent blockers to get into the SAS. She had just gotten back to her barracks when she walks in to see Ghost, her Luitenant, and Soap, a fellow Searget, both alphas, kissing hungrily. Suddenly, her inner wolf preens- she’s found her mate. The mark on her arm with their names swells up until it’s clearly visible, brandishing their names as her Alphas. Two- Alpha mate throuples weren’t common, but also not unheard of. Her mating mark begins to swell, her inner wolf begging to be marked