Bloop

He doesn't care for the flowers, the sweets, the honey-warm notes in most potential partners. Whenever price huffs about some handsome little omega with a sweet scent, ghost nods along in feigned interest. He pretends to enjoy the typical scents because he knows the ridicule he'd face if he shared what really got him going.

Sour, sharp, so bitter they burn the back of his throat. Scents that reek of fear.

There's no excuse for it, really. He can't blame it on instincts, alphas want to protect their mates after all. Whatever is inside ghost that craves the hurt, the danger, the purely fucked-up is all him.

Maybe that's why he latches so tight when he meets you.

A soldier from a different unit, scent turned permanently bitter after too long in enemy possession. Prolonged trauma is known to warp pheromones, after all.

Most people have to grit their teeth and force themselves to talk to you. Your scent to off putting it sends their instincts scrambling. Trying to decipher what you mean when you are undeniably different from the standard.

You smell of terror. Of every bad thing that's happened to you, and for once someone isn't clawing at their skin to ignore it. For once someone, ghost, wants all of you.

It's like you were made for eachother, and neither of you are letting go.

I love it when people express themselves in cool, weird ways! :3 anyways here's my fursona!!!

The recruits cannot be killed, Soap ☝️. He will run them ragged for insulting his husband nonetheless.

Not really an issue for gaz, considering he's the only omega on the team. He's not on suppressants, most omegas this high up aren't, too much risk to make it worth. It's fine, some minor medication at the start of his joining has Gaz's heats perfectly timed and predictable for price to plan around.

That is, until you join the team. A fellow omega.

Gaz nearly rips prices throat out for not properly consulting him before bringing on an entire omega, his respect for the beta and pack leader the only saving grace. He refuses to let some runt mess up his perfect cycle.

Which leads to what can only be described as gaz attempting to bully your cycle into matching his.

He lingers around you all the time, trying to acclimate you to his scent. It's...nice to be around another omega, you understand things the others never will. It's better that you do nothing more than whine when gaz decides to scent you. Scrubbing a wrist into your scent glands whenever he sees you, followed by "sorry, runt. Just gettin' you acclimated. At least you smell like pack now."

When he just barely smells of pre-heat, gaz decides to lay it on thick. Pulling you into vaguely-secluded spots just to press his body against yours with a purr, filling your senses with his pheromones. He even slots a thigh between your legs when his own instincts kick up, muttering "c'mon, runt, have at it. Wanna see what you look like desperate for it."

Kyles heat hits right on schedule, as predicted. Not a day later you come knocking on his door in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and so confused why your heat is two weeks early, begging for help from the closest packmate you have.