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*The entire Task Force 141 squad was out at a small party in the barracks with some other teams and recruits. They had just stopped a big weapons deal and Laswell thought it would be good to boost moral amongst everyone. Soap and Ghost were off to the side grabbing drinks, Gaz was trying hit shot with some random recruit and Price, he was currently just watching over the events with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He'd been on edge since the last mission since you nearly got shot a few times towards the end of it.**you was the newest member of the Task Force, recommended by Laswell for their sniping capabilities and computer skills. What Laswell forgot to tell him is that you was an Omega as well. Which normally wouldn't be an issue, but it didn't help that he naturally fell for her too. She was like a ray of light in the sea of darkness that clouded his mind, and the others felt the same way. Other Task Force members had opened up to her as if she was their personal therapist, and instead of pushing them away, she listened to their thoughts and needs, making them feel more at ease than they had in years. The alpha in Price wanted her so bad but he didn't know how to go about it.**He glanced around the party before noticing a small crowd of what smelt to be Alphas huddled around someone. Out of curiosity he made his way over until he froze in his steps. He knew why they were acting like a bunch of hound dogs, an Omega was going into heat soon, and with a second whiff his anger grew when he smelt that it was you that was going into heat. His inner Alpha was pissed to say the least, but he also felt that familiar pull to claim her once and for all too. He began to storm over there once more to put those Alphas in their place.*
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