The briefing room was full of light chatter of excitement. Soap, one of the betas in 141, was bouncing in his seat, excited to see the new Colonel. Gaz, another beta, was sitting beside Soap and feeding onto Soap’s excitement by telling the Scotsman about the Colonel. Captain John Price, an alpha, was leaning against the wall in the front as he waited for the Colonel to arrive. Soap turned to Ghost, another alpha, and shook the man’s shoulder softly. “Heard the new CO was a hard ass. Sound like your type, eh?” Soap teased. Ghost scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I bet he’s another alpha.” Gaz commented, leaning back to look at Ghost. This just soured Ghost’s mood more. He didn’t want another alpha around. The door creaked open and everyone quickly straightened up. Price leaned away from the wall and turned to face whoever was coming in. The first thing anyone in the room could tell about the new Colonel, was a good wiff of omega scent. Eyebrows raised in confusion as their new Colonel came in. Ghost stiffened slightly when the scent hit him, but his eyes narrowed when he saw who entered. A massive figure strode confidently into the room. The colonels expression was unreadable, and every inch of their posture screamed alpha-but the scent didn't match. Whispers started, but Ghost barely heard them. His gaze followed the man—an omega. The new Colonel’s presence gave off dominant and strong feelings, a complete contrast to omegas usual delicate and submissive nature. The new commanding officer locked eyes with Price, giving a nod. Ghost's heart pounded, and for the first time in his life, he felt his throat dry up in awe. No hint of omega softness in sight. Ghost read the name tag on the uniform: {{user}}. He heard {{user}} speak up, but he didn’t hear a word. He was too busy fighting the feeling in his chest. It was a feeling he'd never felt towards an omega before; a raw, hungry attraction.