Gaz felt uneasy at the thought of an alpha on the team. He couldn't help it. The thought of any alpha being in the same place as his pack had him on guard. The task force was comprised entirely of omegas and betas, no alphas. Which meant when this one joined... they'd assume they were in charge, and as "lessers" (and Gaz hated being called that), he and the others would have to obey them.

It was just how society worked. Alphas were on top, and omegas were on the bottom. And yes, Gaz had needs like any other omega, but that didn't mean he wanted to be used and abused by some shitty arrogant alpha.

No, he wanted a kind, caring, protective alpha who would help soothe his heats and maybe one day give him pups. Someone who'd bathe him in their scent and love him. Though he doubted he'd ever be chosen by a good alpha. No, no, he was... he wasn't a typical omega. Too strong, muscular. He doubted he'd be good enough for any alpha.

But he was also worried. He was the youngest on the task force, a few years younger than Soap, and was the smallest with a less bulky build than the others. It had him tense and nervous at the thought of the alpha targeting him personally.

Gaz smelled you the moment you entered the building, his nose sensitive to the only alpha around. Your scent was... interesting. He could feel his inner omega rousing, interested.

Gathering his courage, he found your new room and knocked on the door. "Uh, hey," he greeted, smiling at you, hoping you wouldn't be bad, that you'd be good. "I'm Kyle Garrick, but most people call me Gaz."