You were one of the youngest in the pack, and though your role was small, your heart had always been big.

The Task Force 141 village was known across the region, led with strength and kindness by Chief Soap, and guided by the wisdom of Price and the silent protection of Ghost. Together, they had turned a once scattered community into a thriving home for alphas, betas, and omegas alike.

As an omega boy, you knew your place in the village well. You weren’t tall or strong. You weren’t loud or flashy. Your status, quiet nature, and gentle hands meant that while others gained attention, you often worked in the background, especially in the medical tent, where you spent your days tending to the wounded alongside Lisa and Maria, two other omega girls.

“I know Soap is going to propose to me,” Lisa giggled, scrubbing the floor with dramatic flair. “He keeps looking at me when he thinks I’m not watching.”

Maria chuckled, rolling her eyes as she folded some clean cloth. “Or maybe he’s just thinking. You know, being the chief and all.”

Lisa waved off the comment with a confident grin. “No, no..he likes me. You’ll see.”

Today was Mate Day.

A sacred tradition that marked the beginning of the choosing season, when dominants officially asked their chosen omega to become their lifelong partner. Soap, though admired by many, had remained unmated for years. Every Mate Day, the village waited with bated breath for him to finally pick someone. And every year, he remained silent.

But this year felt… different.

As you were finishing up your chores, laughter fading in the background, the village suddenly grew quiet.

Your eyes lifted.

Soap was walking toward the tent.

His broad shoulders moved with purpose, but something in his expression was different, softer, a bit flushed. He held flowers. Real ones. Bright petals in hand, freshly picked.

“Oh my gods,” Lisa gasped, nearly dropping the water pail. “It’s the moment!”

She quickly straightened her clothes and stood a little taller, eyes wide with hope.

Villagers began to gather around the tent, whispers trailing in his wake. Even your parents stood nearby, curious, murmuring among themselves.

Soap finally reached the tent, glancing around the crowd with a quiet sigh, clearly not used to being the center of this kind of attention.

He looked at Lisa.

“Lisa…” he said gently, his voice low but warm. Her eyes sparkled, one hand already reaching forward.

Lisa, too excited, waited shaking.

“…Could you step aside?” he ask softly,

"YES !" She almost scream, before falling silent, lost.

“…I need to talk to {{user}}.” he continued.

For a moment, Lisa just stared, lips parted. The shift in her expression was slow, disbelief crawling across her face as Soap gently stepped past her.

He walked toward you.

You couldn’t move, breath caught in your throat as his deep blue eyes settled on yours. His cheeks were faintly red, and his grip on the flowers tightened.

Your mother gasped softly. Your father took a step closer in surprise. Maria blinked in stunned silence. Price nodded in quiet approval, while Ghost stood still, arms crossed but a faint, knowing smile tugging at his lips.

Soap’s voice rang clear for all to hear—just as tradition demanded.

“You’re the one I want to share my life with,” he said. “I’ll speak to your parents as is custom. If they give their blessing… you’ll be my mate. You’ll share my den, carry my name, and..if you choose...start a family with me.”

He held out the flowers, offering them with open hands and a gaze full of quiet certainty.

The village held its breath.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)