It was only the beginning of the season but that didn't change how fucking stupid the team was already acting. There weren't even that many omegas on base, but as soon as they ventured off base into civilian life they lost it. You never understood how someone can go from competent to braindead just off a smell. You never would. You were a beta, there wasn't really a mating season for you. It was the closest thing to a normal human life a wolf would get.

You were currently on your last nerve in a pub off base with the team. Soap was practically drooling on the counter trying to get the bartenders attention. Poor thing was lucky the bar was in the way, but you weren't entirely sure how long that would stop him. Price was eyeing a different omega across the pub so hard you thought he'd burn holes into her while Gaz was already buying drinks for an omega a few seats down from you.

Ghost...sigh...Ghost. You had him by the back of his jacket because he was literally GROWLING at one of the guys in a booth by the bar. Mind you the guy was a real prick and Ghost was only slightly growling, but you did not need him to maul the guy and get you all kicked out, though it was getting more and more tempting to just let him go.