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what 141's military personnel file looks like

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NOTE: NOT CANON! most of the information is based off of the wiki/my medical file post

summary: So what exactly were in those dossiers Price gave to Laswell at the end of MW 2019? Here's a look into those, along with some reminders/sticky notes. Answering this ask :)

template if you’d like to try it out!

ALSO! the ages were such a headache this post did a great job explaining how confusing the wiki/some statements are so please check it out

warnings: medical inaccuracies, mention of wounds/wound care, mentions of depression, medical terminology

a/n: these came out better than i thought! also 2004 was such a bad year for Price and Ghost

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hi! there was some interest in my last post for a template :)

🏷️ @anubis-reed

here’s some helpful info:

The education in this template is based on the UK system

Here's a helpful link for the SAS Fitness test + Points system

military service numbers

For the UK - eight-digit number, e.g. 25232301

For the US (use the following format with different eight-digit number) -

12-345-678: US Army and Air Force

123-45-67: US Navy

1234-567: US Coast Guard

1234567890* (a ten digit number, thank you @sandloaf for pointing this out!!): US Marine Corps

12345: most U.S. military officers

For Canada - random alphabetic letter and eight-digit number in the format - X12 345 678

hope you enjoy!

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Hello there, everyone!!! Thank you all for the support!

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Alpha!Soap x Omega!Civilian!Reader (Part 2) (Slight Smut)

I almost believed I had dreamt of Soap and his team when I awoke that afternoon. I took in the surroundings of the room, glancing at the minor traces that Soap had been there. His comforting scent of burnt cinnamon and gun powder lingered in the air, bringing me the slightest amount of comfort. I sat there in his bed for several minutes, hoping he would return to me safely. Slowly getting up, I looked next to his dresser inside the room to see bags of clothes. Curiously, I got up from the bed and gathered up the bags before sitting back in bed. The bags had various amounts of clothing that I could ever need undergarments, shirts, pants, shorts, and dresses.

I grabbed a matching pair of (f/c) thong and bra, (f/c) leggings, and one of Soap's shirts. I paused at the doorway to Soap's room, taking a deep breath of his scent before heading to the bathroom. The bathroom was very clean and nearly perfectly put together. The towels were hung on respective hooks with names for whose towels were whose. Inside the shower was unscented bodywash, with shampoo and conditioner that was also unscented. On the counter was an unopened toothbrush and a new hair brush for me to use. Smiling softly at the gestures, I moved to turn the water on. I let the water pour down on my fingers, waiting for it to warm up to my desired temperature.

Pulling my hand away, I began getting undressed, flinching at the pain in the thigh. Sighing, I sat down on the toilet lid, unwrapping my thigh from the bandaging Soap had done. Hissing at the bruising sight, I looked under the sink to find a medkit. Pulling out the medkit, I sat it down on the counter and opened it up. Grabbing a pair of tweezers, I sterilized it as well as my wound before taking a breath. I held my skin tightly as I pressed the tweezers into the bullet hole. The pain was burning through my veins like a bonfire, and every part of my brain screamed at me to stop. I pinched the tweezers on what I hoped was the bullet and pulled quickly. Screaming at the pain, I grabbed some gauze and held it over the hole.

Looking at the tweezers, I was relieved to see the bullet that had been stuck in my thigh this whole time. Quietly cursing to myself, I carefully pulled the gauze away to see the blood had mostly slowed its flow but was still there. Throwing away the gauze and sterilizing the tweezers once again, I stood up carefully to get into the shower. I relaxed under to hot water, letting it soothe out the sore muscles and wash away the grime from my body. Pumping some of the unscented bodywash into my hand, I began scrubbing the dirt away. I was careful in shaving my legs, under my arms, and between my legs, making sure not to cut myself. Washing my hair of the dried mud, blood, and sweat, I couldn't help but feel a thousand times better.

Getting out of the shower, I grabbed Soap's towel, gently drying my hair before wrapping it around my body. I gently patted the wound dry before I gathered an antibiotic ointment on my finger to rub it around the wound. I was quick to open up gauze and begin to wrap my thigh to make sure it was perfectly covered. Sighing once more, I cleaned up my mess and placed the medkit back under the sink. I took my time on opening the toothbrush and brushing my teeth before placing it aside to take with me to Soap's room. I got dressed carefully, making sure not to strain my leg or pull any of the sore muscles I had from running. After getting dressed, I pulled my (h/c) into a messy bun before making my way to the kitchen.

"If I'm going to be here, I might as well clean the place up." I said softly to myself as I looked at the stack of dirty dishes. Smiling, I glanced around the kitchen and spotted a radio on the counter. Moving over to it, I turned it on, finding a good music station to listen to before moving to start cleaning. Starting with the dishes, making sure to dry them and put them away. I knelt down to check under the kitchen sink for any cleaning supplies. I smiled in victory at the stash of full bottled cleaning supplies. I made quick but efficient work of cleaning the counter tops before moving to wipe the walls down. By the time I had finished cleaning the kitchen all the way, it was four in the afternoon, I had started at two in the afternoon. Deciding to take a break, I grabbed some coffee and toast.

As I ate, I began thinking of what I could do to speed up the time as I waited for my newly found pack to return. Deciding that today, at the very least, I could at least clean the safehouse. Finishing up my toast, I moved to finish cleaning the safehouse. Time passed quickly as I deep cleaned every part of the safehouse, organizing as I went. I finally made it back to Soap's room and took a deep breath, letting his scent flood me. Smiling, I moved to begin fixing up our room and make it more comfortable. I got lost in the music playing from the kitchen and my thoughts as I moved about the room. Before I even realized it, I had begun to nest on Soap's bed.

I paused everything I was doing and just blankly stared at the nest as the feeling of being vulnerable bubbled to the surface. I hadn't nested in years, I hadn't acted on those instincts in so long. I slowly eased myself into a sitting position in the nest, gently clinging to Soap's shirt. My inner omega beamed with pride at the sight of the nest, eager to show Soap, while I felt open and vulnerable. Memories of the last time I built a nest for an alpha flashed through my mind. The alpha criticized my work and openly told me he knew an omega who did it better. As if his words didn't hurt enough, later that week, I caught him with the other omega. He was so different with her than he was with me. He was gentle and loving with her while he was rough and cruel with me.

Sniffling softly at the hurtful memories that had resurfaced, I curled up with one of Soap's shirts. I had never felt so drawn to someone, let alone an alpha. He made me feel soft and light, and his genuine attention to me was unlike anything I experienced. I felt this pull to him, like I wasn't safe without him around. My inner omega felt excited and calm at the same time when I was around him, and that had to mean something. I would have to do more research when I was more awake and actually able to absorb information, but for now, that would have to wait. My eyes burned with the need to sleep, and rubbing my eyes made no difference.

My eyes began to drift shut from the mental and emotional exhaustion that came with those memories. Deciding to give in, I let myself drift off to sleep. My senses were filled with Soap's heartwarming scent, giving me gentle dreams of being with him and his pack. I woke myself whining out for his comfort. I felt as though I had only slept minutes, but the sun rising told me I had slept hours. Forcing myself out of the nest, I quietly stepped outside, letting the brisk cool pre-autumn air chill me. It wasn't cold enough to need a long sleeve or a jacket, but it was just a comfortable cool. I sat there on the front step with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun mixing with the crisp air.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with an almost mystical sight. The grass had a light misting of mildew, and a light fog shrouded the distance. The soft calling of the birds was carried by the hushed whispers of a breeze. Basking in the warmth of the morning suns rays a bit longer, I watched the sky wondering where my new found pack was. I found myself hoping very strongly that they were all safe on their mission. Humming softly, I got up and made my way back inside, locking up the safehouse on my way in. I hummed whatever melody came to my mind while I made coffee to sip on. After fixing up my coffee, I headed back to Soap's room. Looking back at the nest, I let myself give into my nesting urges. I opened Soap's closet, grabbing blankets and sniffing for the ones that smelled of him the strongest.

Setting the ones I deemed the best aside, I began searching for extra pillows. Once I had my items set aside, I began stripping the bed of everything on it. If I was going to give into my nesting desires, I was going to let it be done the way my inner omega wanted. I would have to take it apart before the pack returned, but I needed to let the urge out. I shifted over to Soap's bed and began straightening the fitted sheet. Gathering up a couple of pillows, I placed them at the foot and head of the bed as well as along the sides. Moving over to the blankets, I knelt down gently touching the blankets to determine which one was the softest. I gathered up Soap's deep royal blue blanket and began placing it over the bed, pillows included. Gingerly tucking the blanket under the mattress to secure it properly, I maneuvered myself to gather up the second blanket.

It's a deep gray color tone, and it carried his scent the most. Slowly, I placed the blanket on top of the main nesting point, letting it rest in the center to be used to cover my body. I felt content with how the nest turned out, but the only problem was that it was lacking my scent. I moved about fixing Soap's room back into a clean and organized room. Once I got the room fixed back up, I turned out the lights and stripped off my leggings. Letting myself remain in my underwear and Soap's shirt, I climbed into the nest. I pulled the gray sheet over my body, basking in the warmth the blanket provided. A desire began to flourish in my body, a desire to feel full and be mated.

Whining I pulled the blanket over my head, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I really needed my suppressants, but they were ruined by the Shadows. I couldn't go into heat. I couldn't let that happen, not when I was just welcomed into the pack. Rocking my hips back and forth as though I were grinding on something only made my body ache more for a release. My whines grew louder as I shifted my body, so my hips were in the air. I let my sex be presented to nothing but the open walls of the room, gently rocking and pressing them back and forth, seeking some form of relief. The action alone made the muscles around my wound twinge in pain, but the desire was overwhelming. Softly moaning to the open air, I buried my nose into the royal blue blanket. Soap's heavy scent further fueled my desire to be filled and bred.

My right hand desperately began rubbing my clit, slick already making me embarrassingly wet. The light sounds of my hand rubbing quickly at my dripping sex were bouncing off the walls of the room. My hips continued to greedily rock and grind against my fingers as mewls and pleas left my lips. My mind danced with the ideas of Soap praising me and giving into his inner alpha. These ideas ranged from him simply breeding me wherever he wanted to him mating me and laying claim to my inner omega. In the haze of arousal, my mind registered the heated coil beginning to tighten in my lower stomach. Desire burned hotter with each passing second, drawing more whines and moans from my lips. I eagerly eased two fingers into my entrance, swiftly thrusting my hips back against them, seeking my release.

The muscles in the hips and thighs burned and twitched from the action, but my desperation kept me moving. Moaning out loudly, I could feel the coil growing tighter and my walls clinching around my fingers. My mind simply repeated pleas of more, and please, the closer I grew to my climax. Soap's scent shrouded my mind like fog from a hot shower to a mirror. My mind was merely focused on the blissful mix of his scent and my pleasure that I lost the sense of my surroundings. Crying out alpha, the coil snapped, causing my walls to quiver around my fingers. Slick gently oozed down my finger into my hand, making me whine and bury my face into the sheets. I could tell my body was entering a pre-heat stage, flaring my inner omegas' desire to nest and seek a mate.

I whined as I removed my fingers from my sex and leaned up to sit against my feet. With a soft, slow inhale, I got up and began making my way to the bathroom to shower. I was swift to undress the remainder of my clothing and take special care of my thigh. Climbing into the shower, I let the hot water help me clean myself up. I eased myself to the bottom of the tub, lightly curling up under the spray of the water. Why now of all times for my heat to start? The only time the suppressants no longer do their job is when omegas meet their fated pair. That couldn't be it. Soap couldn't be my fated pair. No, this had to be because my suppressants got ruined, and I hadn't had time to get more. That had to be the reason, and I plan to stick with it until proven otherwise. Sighing heavily, I turned the water off and got out of the shower.

Being careful about drying my thigh, I took the time to apply more ointment and gauze. Feeling foggy and like I couldn't think straight, I moved to get dressed and headed to lay back in the nest. I closed my eyes, hoping that if I went to sleep that I would wake up, and my heat would be only a dream. Each dream that came to me was intimate, causing me to occasionally wake up whining before drifting back to sleep. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I immediately nuzzled into the hand that was softly rubbing my cheek. Freezing in fear, I looked up and saw a female her hair was this beautiful mix between dirty blonde and light brown. Her gentle smile was strengthened by the same look in her blue eyes.

"Relax, I am Kate Laswell, and I work with the boys. I went on the mission with them, and we all agreed to regroup here." She calmly expressed watching me and my reactions.

"Is he okay?" I asked, glancing around the room for Soap, unable to even smell his scent on her. A soft smile came to her lips before she got up and moved to the door. Kate opened the door and called Soap. Quick footsteps sounded from the hallway as he approached her. With no hesitation, Kate stepped aside, letting him in his room before closing the door. Flushing, I quickly looked down, embarrassed that he was seeing me like this.

"Oh love, the nest is beautiful. It looks so warm and welcoming, it's perfect." Soap whispered, stepping over to gently cup my face. His rough hand lifted me face to look at him. He smiled his same charming smile, reassuring me that he was okay with me nesting. Everything in me screamed for his touch, screaming for more. I reached up, grabbed a hold of his tactical vest, and pulled him forward.

"Omega, I need your permission to enter your nest first." Soap insisted, making sure no part of his body touched the nest.

"Please~ Alpha, come in." I pleaded, letting my inner omega bleed through. With a please rumble, Soap made quick work of removing his boots and gear. Letting them hit the floor before he climbed into the nest. My hands instantly reached for his face, gently touching the bruising and cuts that most likely came from the mission.

"You're hurt." I whined gently, nuzzling against him. Soap carefully pulled me into his lap, my legs resting on the outside of his.

"Aye, the mission got a little rough, but it's nothing I can't handle." Soap remarked, reaching up to pull the scent blocking patches away from his glands. The heavy hit of his scent drew a whining moan from my lips, my mind registering that my sex was pressed against his own. The amount of willpower it was taking to not grind and get off against him was only making me feel all that more desperate. A low groan snapped me back to reality, and I became aware of him growing excited against me.

"Soap, please." I whined, burying my head into his neck, brushing my nose against his scent gland.

"John, my name is John. I've got you, Omega, do what you need." Soap encouraged, his large hands coming down to my hips. With a soft pull, He rolled my hips forward against his pulling a moan from my throat. Eagerly, I placed my hands against his shoulders and began grinding my sex against his own. Soap leaned back, letting his back rest against the wall, giving me more stability to move how I needed. My rich scent of jasmine and saffron dancing and mixed with Soap's burnt cinnamon and gun powder scent. Mewling in pleasure, I pulled him in for a kiss, the light scratch of his facial hair adding pleasure.

"Good girl~" Soap purred when I pulled back. His praise sparked a shiver to roll through me, more slick oozing out. I could feel how soaked my panties were against my own skin. A faint worry of getting the slick on his jeans flickered in my mind. Soap's hand tugged me against him harder, drawing noises from the both of us. The roll of my hips grew more frantic as I felt my release drawing near. Muttering pleas to him only made his grip on me grow all the much tighter. I came undone, frantic, grinding my dripping sex against his own when he licked at my mating gland. Soap purred at the sight and gently lifted me from him, laying me down below him.

"Good girl~ my turn, okay?" He asked, rutting his hips against me. Nodding quickly, I hooked my legs around his hips, my legs twitching in overstimulation. It didn't take long before Soap shifted to pull his cock free from his jeans. Continuing his quick movements of rutting his half exposed cock agaisnt me, I glanced down to watch him. His cock was glistening with his pre-release, the tip turning red. He was thick, bright blue veins showing from what was exposed. Just as my body was reaching its limit of overstim, Soap gave a low growl as he began to cum. His thick seed painting just above my underwear, moving on instinct, I gathered some on my fingers and cleaned it away. Groaning, Soap gathered more of his seed on his fingers before pressing them into my mouth. Once they were clean, he pulled away, his eyes feeling predatory as he watched me.

Taking a minute to gather ourselves, Soap adjusted his underwear to cover his length. Just as I had worried about his jeans were wet with my slick. I muttered an apology as my face began to burn with embarrassment. Chuckling Soap stripped his jeans, tossing them to the floor before he laid next to me. Pulling me to rest against him, Soap gently scented me.

"For now, don't worry about any of the clothes, I'll clean them or buy more as needed. Rest while you can love." He rumbled lightly, kissing me. I let out a content whine, letting my body relax against his. Sleep pulling me quickly due to my release, leaving me tired.

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Alpha!Soap x Omega!Civilian!Reader: Fated Pair

Author Note: This takes place during the campaign mission "Alone." If you haven't played through the campaign, please know there are spoilers. There are mentions of death, so do be warned. If you all want more, please let me know!

~First P.O.V~

Panting, I slid on the wet ground running from these strange men wearing solid black uniforms. I passed bodies of men, women, and children alike that these people killed for no reason. I could faintly hear the men getting further and further away as I took shortcuts to get away. I yelped as the rain made the ground slick, causing me to fall. As I lay there, I slowly began to realize the pain in my left thigh. The sound of someone landing on the ground to my left caught my attention. Glancing left, I saw a guy with a mohawk in a different uniform. In fear, I struggled to get up and shift away, which got his attention.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not with them, I'm running just like you." The man spoke his voice thick with a Scottish accent. Looking at him, I could see his right arm was also injured. I knew he had to be in just as much pain as myself. Slowly, I crawled over to him, now hearing the other non-friendlies get closer. Even looking like he had been through hell already, he managed to give me a charming smile. With his back against the wall, he began to fidget with his vest. Before I could question him, he spoke.

"This is Bravo 7-1 in the blind... how copy...?" He waited a few as he waited to hear back from what I could assume would be allies. All that could be heard around us were the sounds of rain and people getting killed.

"Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?" He paused before sighing heavily both from not getting a response and from his pain.

"Fuck... Where are you Ghost...?" He grunted as he shifted to glance around the corner before grunting as he stood. I could only imagine how much pain he was truly in from how much he had already been through. It made me wonder if he knew what a good night's rest truly was. I could see his struggling to stand as it was, but each step forward he took showed just how bad off he was. My heart clinched as he fell, and I struggled but managed to get to his side. I gave him a bit of support as he got up enough to lean on his hip. He brought his hand up to his wound before glancing at the blood. This man seemed more relaxed than before as he pushed forward, taking cover behind a car.

"Solid." I heard him say as he took in our surroundings before he looked back at me. He offered a smile before gesturing for me to follow him.

"You can call me Soap, I'm one of the good guys. I can help you get out of here, but you'll need to trust me. Are you willing to handle a gun and kill these guys?" He asked, glancing back to make sure the men in black uniforms weren't close. I quickly caught on he wanted me to follow him, which meant going back through the other guys.

"I'm (Y/n), and yes, I'm willing to kill these assholes. They are killing innocent people, and someone needs to correct them." I spoke softly, keeping my voice down. My words brought a smirk to his face as he nodded. Following him closely, we stayed low to the ground and crept back the way I had come. Taking cover on the right side of a pickup truck and creeping forward. Soap stood up with a struggled 'ow' before he kept moving forward. He made a small conversation with whoever was this Ghost person.

Soap, and I made it through an alleyway towards a house. My nerves were everywhere, but my instincts told me to trust the man in front of me. Something about him made my inner omega feel safe, what it was, however, I don't know. We made it into the house's garage, and the door leading inside was locked. He opened the door leading to the storage closet and listened to his friend before breaking a piece of a fan blade off and wrapping an end with rope. He used it to pry open the garage door. As we made it through the house, Soap gathered various materials, even picking up a head lamp to help light a way.

The further we got into the house, the more items Soap grabbed as he made quiet talk with his friend. We got to the master bedroom only for the caged dog to spook the daylights out of me. I clung to Soap's arm when the dog began growling at us. Soap gently rubbed my hands before lightly tugging me to follow him and ignore the dog. A guy came up to investigate the dog growling, and by some miracle, we were unseen. Soap crept to the balcony, slowly climbing over the railing and jumping. He landed roughly on the ground, and I knew I was in for the same landing. I took a breath and followed him down, wincing at the pain of my leg flaring from my attempt to land on my feet.

Soap gave a soft apology as he helped me up before leading me once more. The sight was out of a nightmare, cops were also being killed on top of things. Nowhere was safe, I had been here to try to help the sick, and this was never something I foresaw. I had only been here six months, and yet I had made a great standing with everyone. We continued through the guards and through various shops. Upon taking a guard down, Soap drug the mans body away from sight. With his help, we took off the guards main armor and fitted it to me. He helped me set up the comms so I could hear his friend and him if I were to get separated. Arming me with a gun, Soap gave me his charming smile.

"Hey LT, I got a friend coming with me. She managed to survive the Shadows." Soap spoke into the comms to his friend on the other end.

"Johnny, what are you going to do when she slows you down? Or when she turns on you?" The man with a gravely British accent remarked. I could understand looking out for his teammate and not trusting me, so I held no ill feelings towards his defense.

"With all due to respect, sir, these bastards killed innocents and nearly me. I came here to help not sit by and watch them die." I replied into comms as I followed behind Soap watching for any signs of the so called Shadows. I could see Soap smiling in front of me, making me feel confident in my choice of words.

"We'll see about that, won't we?" He remarked before asking Soap our location. The closer we got to the church, the more Shadows we ran into. We finally met up with his friend, Ghost, but it was getting hard to hold off the Shadows. Ghost told us to head for the truck and that we'd get out of here. Looking at our path quickly, I knew one thing for sure they needed an opening to the truck. As the boys took off towards the truck, I took a deep breath and pulled off my scent blockers. Letting the pure scent of a distressed omega flood the area. It distracted the Shadows, letting the boys get to the truck.

"(Y/n) come on!" Soap barked out his voice, sounding both desperate and urgent. I slapped the block back on and booked it, the pain in my leg screaming with the force and pressure of each step.

"Soap, we are leaving her! She won't make it here in time and we need to go!" Ghost barked out, backing the truck up to run over two Shadows. Hearing Ghost's words sent a flow of panic through my veins as my inner omega pleaded from within to not be left. Just as he hit the gas, I jumped, grabbing ahold of the trucks tail gate. I, with much struggle, pulled myself into the back end, panting letting myself lay there as Soap shot any Shadows that were too close. By early morning, we pulled up to a building in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Ghost and Soap stepped out of the truck with caution, Soap making sure to gesture for me to stay put.

"Where are we?" Soap asked stepping forward with Ghost not to far from him.

"Alejandro's safehouse. Gave me the location just in case." Ghost replied sounding very nonchalant about giving Soap the information.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Soap questioned back with a hint of joking banter.

"It was need to know." Ghost replied, his tone mixed with the same playful banter but seriousness laced in.

"What if I needed to know--?" Soap started, his voice sounding slightly offended.

"---Shhh." Ghost said quickly as they got closer to the building. Their playful banter made me smile softly at just how close the two were, not that either of them would genuinely admit. I watched as Ghost and Soap knelt down to examine something on the ground before Ghost glanced around at the building. Both he and Soap moved towards a window, Soap leading the way in first, and Ghost climbed up behind him.

"Don't move." Ghost said loudly and sternly. A call of Spanish could be heard before Soap's voice calling out Rodolfo was heard. His name was returned by this individual before things were quiet, I could only assume they were talking, but the anxiety began to eat at me. What if they were in danger? What if they needed help? A million and one thoughts raced through my head, making my inner omega stir within, a sense of distress flooded my veins. The main door to the building opened revealing Soap as he came stepping towards me. I made an attempt to stand up only to wince and drop with a whine of pain.

"Easy omega." He whispered as he opened the tail gate to gave me support. The way he said it made me shiver as I looked up at him in shock. Smiling, he pulled off his scent blocker, letting me get a clear smell of his natural alpha scent. The scent of burnt cinnamon and gun powder alone made my legs weak, the scent making my inner omega react blindly. My hand reached out and pulled him into a hug, rubbing against his scent gland. Soap didn't fight me or push me away, he simply let my inner omega bask in his heavy scent. The moment my mind registered my actions, I pulled away from him, desperately apologizing. He gave a laugh before nuzzling himself into my scent gland as well, only then realizing my patch had come off from the wind of Ghost driving.

"No need to apologize, I'm sure it's been a while since you've been around a proper alpha." He laughed, pulling himself away. Shyly nodding to him in agreement, I took his arm and limped to the safe house. Upon getting me in and seated in a chair, he jogged to close the door before returning to my side. Soap carefully ripped my leggings away from the bullet hole in my thigh to get a better look at it. A man I can only assume is Rodolfo handed Soap a medkit. Thanking the man, Soap got to work on patching my thigh up, I gritted my teeth through the pain before my eyes connected with Ghosts' own. Ghost gave me a simple nod before turning his attention to their friend to come up with a plan on getting their allies back from the Shadows. Gently, Soap moved my (h/c) (h/l) from my neck to reveal my scent gland before he gently placed a patch over it, once again masking my scent.

"Then let's go get our friend." Soap said, covering his own gland once more before stepping forward a bit. Rodolfo glanced at me, than looked back at Ghost and Soap, as if asking quietly about what would be done about me.

"She will stay here and wait for us to return, if anyone other than us show up, then she has full right to open fire on them." Ghost replied before turning towards me, " Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I replied, standing and catching a gun he tossed my way. I could see the pride in Soap's posture when he noticed Ghost had accepted me into their team. I could feel my inner omega pulling to get to Soap, but I knew very well he had work to do and that if I was lucky, I'd see him when he returned. I decided to keep my hopes up, feeling that it was the better option than keeping negative headspace. I knew very well why my inner omega wanted to be close to him, but it had been years since I was that open with an alpha. The last alpha I was close with treated me far from being his partner. He abused me in more ways than one, leaving my inner omega to feel broken and deprived of proper love and attention. I swore that I would never do that to either of us again, and yet here I was, yearning for an alpha I barely knew.

A gentle hand cupped my face, making me look up at the person in shock. Seeing Soap's bright blue eyes looking at me with concern, I offered him a smile as I nuzzled into his hand. A soft whisper of him saying 'thata girl' made my heart flutter. My nose brushed against his gland at his wrist, causing his scent to flood my senses. A sudden small whine left my throat as he started to pull his hand away. Soap chuckled softly before returning his hand, letting his scent rub off on me.

"I promise to return omega, and once all of this is over, I'll be sure to bring you with me. After all, Ghost and I wouldn't have made it without you." Soap purred softly, stepping closer to me, letting me bask in his warmth that radiated off of him in waves. Nodding, I let his hand pull away even though everything in me called to him. I watched him and his team leave to go save their allies. Everything in me wanted to scream for him to come back because I knew in his line of work there was a chance he wouldn't come back. Sighing, I began tasking myself with familiarizing myself with the surroundings.

Time passed both slowly and quickly for my liking, seeing as it was early morning when I could hear faint sounds of vehicles approaching. Sprinting over to snag a sniper rifle before sliding over to the window of the safehouse. In the distance, there were three vehicles approaching, taking a breath. I began preparing for the worse. I checked the rifle, making sure I had ammo on me and in the rifle. The closer the cars got, the more anxious I felt about the situation. I would be greatly outnumbered, I would be lucky if I made it from a fire fight like that. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself on the windowsill and took aim as the cars came to a stop. I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as I saw Ghost jump out of the car and move to open the door. Clicking the safety back on, I jogged to greet him and help him with the door.

"Good to see Ghost." I chirpped my voice, giving away how tired I was. He nodded in return, his eyes showing that he too was tired. Ghost turned and gestured for the cars to pull in. As everyone got began getting out to the cars, I kept a vigilant eye out for Soap. A man with facial hair approached Ghost asking who I was. Ghost explained how I had survived Las Almas, where the Shadows had hunted the three of us down. Soap came into view cause my inner omega to grow excited, making everything I could to stop myself from running to him much harder. He offered a charming smile as he approached me, gently placing his hand against my cheek. I softly caressed his forearm and nuzzled into his scent gland. My (e/c) eyes fluttering close at the welcoming scent of the alpha in front of me.

"I see you found yourself someone to hold on to then Soap?" The man with facial hair questioned his face, showing a welcoming smile.

"Yes, Captian, this is (Y/n) an omega I came across in Las Almas. (Y/n) this is Captian Price, he and Ghost are both alphas." Soap explained before reaching his hand out to another males shoulder. "This here is Gaz, he is our local beta."

Excitedly, I shook hands with everyone in greetings, aside from Ghost, since we already knew each other. Price explained he has a safehouse with a girl named Laswell arranged and that we will all take a car and head there now. Nodding in agreement, we all bidded our farewells before loading up. I was sat between Gaz and Soap, while Price and Ghost were up front. It wasn't long into the ride that I felt Soap's hand reach for my own, his gland on his wrist lightly brushing against my own. The act made my body shiver in both comfort and excitement.

"So, (Y/n) what were you doing in Las Almas?" Price questioned, glancing at me in the rear view mirror before looking back at the road.

"I had gotten a travel pass to go with my companions. We were there to offer whatever help may have been needed. So, we offered schooling aid, medical aid, and even psychological aid." I explained, looking towards Price with a smile.

"That's really nice of you all. Did you all offer other services?" He questioned, showing he was curious about both my work but also if I would be a good fit for the team. I could tell by the way he asked and would occasionally glance at me.

"We were a team of omegas, so we had to be very careful about our scents. Our caretaker mentalities showed naturally when it came to helping fellow omegas, both old and young. We often had to deal with shootouts and common threats to our lives." I explained gently, squeezing Soap's hand. The thoughts that my previous pack more than likely was murdered from the Shadows made my heart feel as though it was being squeezed.

"I see. I'm glad you found my boys, from the sounds of it, you really saved them. Once all this is settled, I'd like to get you properly settled with the pack." Price expressed with a welcoming smile. I smiled back sweetly, letting the conversation settle into a comfortable silence. It didn't take long for my eyes to grow heavy and begin to flutter shut every so often. Soap picked up on my exhaustion, gently urging me to sleep. Nodding sleepily, I rested my head against his shoulder, letting my body absorb his scent and warmth. I wasn't sure how long I had slept or how long we all were in the car, but I could vaguely register my body being carried. I whined out, feeling Soap's warmth leaving my body before I could hear him chuckle.

"Easy sweetheart, we are safe. I need to get back to the pack because this mess isn't over just yet. I promise I'll return when all of this is over. Help yourself to any of my clothes that are here." Soap whispered, gently removing the patch over my gland. He lowered himself enough to gently nuzzle my gland, softly groaning at the flood of my scent. He lingered there for a bit before getting up and heading out to the pack. Letting my body curl up with some blankets that smelled of him brought some comfort. Before long, my body gave back into the pull of sleep, ignoring the fact that when I woke, the pack would be gone on their mission.