Feeling sore and exhausted, there was only one thing the Omega of Task Force 141 wanted to do.

Cuddle.

Soon, they made their way into the mess hall, lazily dragging their feet with their exhaustion from the most recent mission. Everyone else had retired to their rooms, and Price— the captain, suggested. But not {{user}}. And certainly not Soap.

The Alpha was already settled on the couch in the mess hall, flipping through movies to watch on the television. A thick warm blanket draped on his lap. Sharp hearing allowed the Alpha to hear the approaching footsteps, and when he looked up, he smiled. Seeing the familiar Omega.