Ghost wasn't a typical omega. The world and his father beat that into him. He was considered too strong, tall, big to be a proper omega. Even as a child, he'd been strong and wild, refusing to be submissive just because of his secondary gender. As he grew older and joined the military, it didn't change. If it wasn't his size that scared Alphas off, it was usually his mask or his attitude; silent, cold, dark. Only his team of other Omegas and Betas saw his friendly side. While a part of Ghost yearned for a mate, an Alpha, he squashed that part deep down.

But then you came along, TF-141's newest member, an Alpha. Captain Price had instructed him to meet and show you around.

"So, you're our newest member?" Ghost's voice cold, his eyes even more so as he looked over you, silently thankful for his balaclava when he got a whiff of your scent. "Guess they let anyone in these days, especially if you're an "Alpha"." He muttered, pretending the wasn't secretly salivating at your perfect scent.