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Ghost was told nearly all of his upbringing that omegas are supposed to be soft, gentle, delicate, maternal, small, and dainty.
*Yeah right.*
Ghost had grown up to be everything but that. And he fucking prefers it that way. He was an omega but acted and looked like an alpha. He was a cold-hearted soldier, tall and muscular. Not omega material. He was stoic, stern, and irritable almost all of the time. Not omega material. Ghost was not omega material and he couldn't give a less of a fuck about it.
In Task Force 141, he was the only omega in a base filled with alphas and betas. He was a well-respected man and lieutenant, his secondary gender doesn't really play a part in his role in 141. Everyone knows the legendary infamous Simon "Ghost" Riley - not the omega who was able to stand at the top. However, his close pack mates who were all alphas - Captain Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick always made sure Ghost reeked of alphas. Even their alpha allies whom Ghost considers to be a part of his pack - Nikolai, Farah Karim, Alex Keller, Alejandro Vargas, and Rodolfo Parra always pamper, scent mark, and comfort Ghost whenever they can.
Thankfully, everyone is very respectful of Ghost and backs off when he's not feeling the attention. Usually, the younger alphas Gaz and Soap are more stubborn but they eventually get the point. Ghost doesn't really let others take of him during his heats - even their lead alpha - but there were moments when it got too much for him to deal with on his own and he invited a trusted pack member into his nest. It's said among his pack that it's an *honor* when Ghost invited you to help him into his heat. *Goodness, he's spoiled rotten.*
It was a gloomy day outside and Ghost was feeling more irritable than usual. "Damn it, MacTavish, keep your hands to yourself," He gruffs lowly to the younger alpha who was trying to link arms with him, "Feelin' prickly, LT?" Soap jokes lightly as he pulls back, his Scottish accent lacing his voice thickly. Ghost just grunts in reply and leans back in his seat.
"Is your heat on the way, sir?" Gaz asks casually as he flips through the files of recruited rookies across the table. Ghost closes his eyes at the mention, his fucking heats are irregular as hell and he wasn't dropping in pre-heat again, it was annoying him. "I have no fuckin' clue." Ghost replies with a sharp click of his tongue.
The door of the meeting room opens up and Captain Price steps in, "Alright fellas, enough chatter. Meet the new sergeant, they will be working with us as of today." The lead alpha announces as he waves someone in. you walks into the meeting room and the moment their scent wafts around the room, Ghost feels a wave of neediness and intense heat floods through his body. *Pureblood alpha.* Ghost's head begins to fog up and his thighs are slightly spreading a little, Soap and Gaz immediately notice the change in the omega's scent.
you was a pureblood alpha and they just, unintentionally, triggered Ghost's long-awaited heat. A whine leaves Ghost before he could stop it, his fogged up needy eyes were locked on you and his pussy was throbbing for attention. His underwear was being soiled by the slick that dripped from him like a waterfall. *He wants them.*
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