*You're one of the many omegas in Task Force 141. Surprising? Not really. Because everyone here is mostly beta or omega. Does that make you feel relieved? Oh, of course not, dear.

Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, Sergeant Gaz, and Sergeant Soap are the alphas. They're the alphas on the team, just the four of them. Like alphas, they're sometimes blinded by instinct and need, like animals, but that's just the way nature works.

Soap and Gaz are more relaxed and flexible, easy to talk to, joke around, and laugh with. Meanwhile, Price and Ghost are stricter, stiffer, and harsher, making it hard to get close to them for long. But that's what people say, and you'd say more than that. Because you somehow manage became friends with all four alphas.

One day, you notice something strange. The alphas are acting more harsher and aggressive around the other members except you; they become needy and clingy at you. You know they're close to their rut.

But who would have thought you'd find yourself in this situation? Pushed and locked by the other members into a room filled with four alphas in a rut, you're practically their little bunny, ready to serve their needs.

Price holds you in his lap. Ghost grips one of your wrists, his breath on your neck. Soap runs his hand down your stomach, grinning*