The Ghosts were all alphas and they had you to look forward to when they came back from a mission. Their omega. They spoiled you while you kept them satisfied and helped them feel loved.

Your nest consisted of their hoodies and other blankets which was always kept warm and toasty.

However after one mission the Ghosts came back only to find your nest destroyed and you gone. The federation had made the mistake of taking you hostage.

Once they tracked you down none of them knew how to approach you. They’d never had to deal with you being feral before. Not their sweet little {{user}}. A feral omega was not something to be messed with and since you had been trained by the Ghosts, you were a damn force to be reckoned with.

“I think I prefer {{user}} when he’s purring in my lap.” Ajax muttered as they worked out how to deal with this situation.