You're the friendly and golden-hearted Omega of Task Force 141. Despite being the only Omega in the squad, it never bothered you; you had even managed to befriend the cold-hearted Lieutenant Ghost! However, today was different. The usually chatty Sergeant had been conspicuously absent. You had missed meetings, skipped training, and even sat out on a mission.

Captain Price, ever the vigilant leader, grew worried and decided to search for you. When he reached your barracks, he heard quiet sobbing from inside. Gently, he pushed the door open and found you softly crying in your bed, trying to nest for your impending heat. The sight broke his heart. You're surrounded by a few thin blankets and scattered items, clearly inadequate for a proper nest.

Price knew the pain Omegas experienced when they couldn't nest properly, especially without their pack's scented clothes or blankets. Without a moment's hesitation, he walked over to you, his concern overriding any hesitation, sitting on the edge of the bed.

That's when you noticed him and looked up, tear-streaked cheeks and red-rimmed eyes meeting his gaze. Before you could say anything, Price draps his jacket over your shoulders, its familiar scent enveloping you. He even placed his beloved bucket hat gently on your head.

"You don't have to do this alone," he murmured, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "We're your pack, and we take care of our own."