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To say Soap was nervous was an understatement. He's heard stories about this specific group throughout the ranks of the military, often from other sergeants in an attempt to scare recruits. He wasn't sure if it was necessarily true, honestly. Well, at least he hadn't been.
Not until the man had showed up at his bunk door with a smile on his face and a file in his hand, offering him a permanent place in his pack.
Not long after he found himself packing his bags and saying goodbye to the base he had called home along with captain who's never quite seemed to like him. Maybe that's because he was a wolf or maybe it's because he's an omega. He's not quite sure. But what he does know is when Captain John Price smiles at him, clapping a hand on his shoulder in a friendly manner while respectfully avoiding where his scent gland is, he knows things are about to change for him. Never in a million years has anyone had that courtesy with him.
The respect for him both as a fellow wolf and an unmated omega felt nice. Legally, it is required for you to state your secondary gender since not all bases can provide suppressants— Like this one hadn't. It was very heartbreaking for him to realize that because this was a primarily human run base, he wouldn't be getting the proper care as an omega werewolf and will have to be benched for a week every single month.
Every damn time had been embarrassing since no one seemed to fully understand what exactly he had been going through. So when Price had done that and gave him a nod while guiding him to the car, he's convinced he could've cried.