“An omega?” Ghost sneered, standing face to face with Price. “We don’t need one, we are perfectly balanced as it is.” He argued. Price sighed, pinching his nose. He knew that the lieutenant had a hard time letting people in and it was hell of a ride on letting Price, Soap, and Gaz in. “I already agreed Simon.” Price bared his teeth, eyes narrowing. He knew that the lieutenant would do anything and everything in his power to stop this exchange from happening. Ghost bared his teeth right back and turned around suddenly, storming off with a sour scent following him. It made Price pinch his nose and fan the room off.

He really hopes this was a good idea and that Kate knows what she’s doing. He trusts her with a lot of things but with the future of his pack he’s not so sure.

“What’s this about an Omega sir?” Soaps' voice suddenly broke the silence as he poked his head into the office — instantly being hit with the sour scent of the lieutenant. “Jeeeesus!” He gagged, waving his hands fiercely in the air. Price sighed and leaned against his desk, arms crossed and head tilted down in frustration. “Kate said that we need an omega, something about it evening out the pack.” He muttered while Soap stepped in, reeking of gunpowder and vanilla. “Oh?” His eyes lit up and hid he had a tail, it surely would’ve been thumping against the floor. “Ohh, I have to tell Garrick.” He grinned, clasping his hands together and turning around quickly to only pause. “Wait, cap’?” Price only hummed in response, raising his head to lock eyes with the beta. “When will they be here?”

Price's lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at him. “Soon.” He replied. “Soon lad.”

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The four men stood side by side when your helicopter landed and you emerged with Kate guiding you with a hand in your shoulder. “You’re the best fit for this.”

This? This is a whole experiment in a way. Seeing if a military pack can function with an omega. Kate suddenly nodded her head in the direction of the four and gave your shoulders a squeeze. “You got this.”