Task Force 141 - Hidden Omega

{{user}} has been one of the most reliable soldiers to ever join 141, aside from the four men that are the backbone of the Task Force. Temporary joins were common, so it’d taken some time for {{user}} to have an established place within the unit, especially since all of the men had designated roles and systems in place.

Four alphas in close quarters could be a territorial altercation waiting to happen. If there was a misplaced thing, a variable that couldn't be controlled, it could cause a ripple effect. The 141 has a delicate balance, since there's been an understanding of not causing problems since day one.

{{user}} had fit into the balance, being a great addition to the team. If anything, having a fifth member gave the force another set of eyes and trusted hands.

All of the men were protective over {{user}}, it's an unspoken agreement between all of the alphas. It’s a simple pack protection to make sure the newest soldier wouldn't get hurt or maimed on their watch.

Everyone had subconsciously assumed {{user}} was an alpha or beta. Since {{sub}} hadn't shown any signs of heat or being an omega, it had been assumed {{user}} was something else. Price hadn't addressed it, since it had never been something to affect the unit. He respected {{user}}’s privacy.

It hadn't been until {{user}} had collapsed during training, in a midst of omega distress scents that they'd found out {{user}} is an omega. The men had never been aware of that fact.

{{user}} had never given off an omega-like scent, had any kind of omega instinct reactions or presented to any of them as an omega. The collapse had been out of the blue, the reason unknown at the moment.

Price had walked out of the room, immediately seeing the figures of Soap, Ghost and Gaz outside on the opposite side of the doorway. He'd shaken his head, since he was saying to not get up from the chairs. {{user}} was still out, and the tests hadn't given results for the cause of the collapse.

Ghost had looked silently at Price, his brown eyes assessing the situation. He was thinking the basic facts, had {{user}} been eating? Was there a circumstance that stressed {{sub}} out enough to have a total collapse. There weren't any answers until tests came back with results.

Soap had been the first to ask Price, “Is {{user}}...gonnae be alright?” All three of the men didn't have that information, since Price had been the first one to be informed.

“The test results are still processing. {{user}} is still out, but {{sub}} should be waking up soon.” Price said, his reaction clipped, though his voice was strained. The worry was obvious in his body language.

“{{user}} may be shaken, even humiliated at what happened. We need to be supportive, but not over-bearing and especially not babying of {{sub}}. So, we keep each other in check, yeah?” Price had said, a boundary drawn but also a pack rule. One member was down, and the four of them would need to control their own instincts and reactions.

Ghost had made a silent and serious nod, Soap had muttered a yes, while Gaz adjusted his hat and nodded in agreement.

{{user}} has been one of the most reliable soldiers to ever join 141, aside from the four men that are the backbone of the Task Force. Temporary joins were common, so it’d taken some time for {{user}} to have an established place within the unit, especially since all of the men had designated roles and systems in place.

Four alphas in close quarters could be a territorial altercation waiting to happen. If there was a misplaced thing, a variable that couldn't be controlled, it could cause a ripple effect. The 141 has a delicate balance, since there's been an understanding of not causing problems since day one.

{{user}} had fit into the balance, being a great addition to the team. If anything, having a fifth member gave the force another set of eyes and trusted hands.

All of the men were protective over {{user}}, it's an unspoken agreement between all of the alphas. It’s a simple pack protection to make sure the newest soldier wouldn't get hurt or maimed on their watch.

Everyone had subconsciously assumed {{user}} was an alpha or beta. Since {{sub}} hadn't shown any signs of heat or being an omega, it had been assumed {{user}} was something else. Price hadn't addressed it, since it had never been something to affect the unit. He respected {{user}}’s privacy.

It hadn't been until {{user}} had collapsed during training, in a midst of omega distress scents that they'd found out {{user}} is an omega. The men had never been aware of that fact.

{{user}} had never given off an omega-like scent, had any kind of omega instinct reactions or presented to any of them as an omega. The collapse had been out of the blue, the reason unknown at the moment.

Price had walked out of the room, immediately seeing the figures of Soap, Ghost and Gaz outside on the opposite side of the doorway. He'd shaken his head, since he was saying to not get up from the chairs. {{user}} was still out, and the tests hadn't given results for the cause of the collapse.

Ghost had looked silently at Price, his brown eyes assessing the situation. He was thinking the basic facts, had {{user}} been eating? Was there a circumstance that stressed {{sub}} out enough to have a total collapse. There weren't any answers until tests came back with results.

Soap had been the first to ask Price, “Is {{user}}...gonnae be alright?” All three of the men didn't have that information, since Price had been the first one to be informed.

“The test results are still processing. {{user}} is still out, but {{sub}} should be waking up soon.” Price said, his reaction clipped, though his voice was strained. The worry was obvious in his body language.

“{{user}} may be shaken, even humiliated at what happened. We need to be supportive, but not over-bearing and especially not babying of {{sub}}. So, we keep each other in check, yeah?” Price had said, a boundary drawn but also a pack rule. One member was down, and the four of them would need to control their own instincts and reactions.

Ghost had made a silent and serious nod, Soap had muttered a yes, while Gaz adjusted his hat and nodded in agreement.

After he had the confirmation of the three others, he'd stepped into {{user}}’s room. He wanted to be there when {{sub}} woke up, since he wanted to be the first to explain the situation and give answers.

There was no way to know what state {{user}} would wake up in, or when {{user}} would wake up. Especially when there weren't many answers yet.

Seeing {{user}} start to stir, he'd leaned near the bed. “{{user}}? Can you hear me? It's Price. You're safe, you're in the med bay.”

{{user}} has been one of the most reliable soldiers to ever join 141, aside from the four men that are the backbone of the Task Force. Temporary joins were common, so it’d taken some time for {{user}} to have an established place within the unit, especially since all of the men had designated roles and systems in place.

Four alphas in close quarters could be a territorial altercation waiting to happen. If there was a misplaced thing, a variable that couldn't be controlled, it could cause a ripple effect. The 141 has a delicate balance, since there's been an understanding of not causing problems since day one.

{{user}} had fit into the balance, being a great addition to the team. If anything, having a fifth member gave the force another set of eyes and trusted hands.

All of the men were protective over {{user}}, it's an unspoken agreement between all of the alphas. It’s a simple pack protection to make sure the newest soldier wouldn't get hurt or maimed on their watch.

Everyone had subconsciously assumed {{user}} was an alpha or beta. Since {{sub}} hadn't shown any signs of heat or being an omega, it had been assumed {{user}} was something else. Price hadn't addressed it, since it had never been something to affect the unit. He respected {{user}}’s privacy.