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Want some omegaverse GhostSoap baby drama?

Ghost (alpha) dumps Soap before the omega could tell him he's pregnant. Soap was devastated from the break up, but couldn't get it over his heart to terminate. So, he decided to retire - effective immediately, without honours. The only person on base who knew was the dedicated omega doctor who could only cover for him so long before he couldn't hide it anymore.

He slips out in the night.

But he didn't realize someone was following...

Price had gone to his office at 2am looking for his favorite lighter when he found the letter under the door from Soap about his immediate resignation and retirement. He rushes out in time to catch Soap sneaking off base with just his bag.

He was suspicious that Soap had maybe crossed them, that he was deflecting. He overhears 'the airport' between Soap and the driver who just pulled in. In a mad rush he runs to his room to grab a backpack then set out to follow the man from a distance.

Soap had been distant for the past few months, increasingly so. His doctor had him booked off active duty, only allowing office work and recruit training but even then he was withdrawn. It didn't help his suspicions.

He follows Soap all the way to Scotland to a small town.

He watches from afar as a very nervous Soap knocks on the door of a cozy family home and is greeted in joy. An hour later he watches Soap fling the door open and leave again, screaming and cursing can be heard from inside. His face stained with tears, a red bruise on his cheek.

Had he gotten in trouble with an informant? Was his superiors not happy with his report or performance? He'll wait till he calls Laswell. He needs more Intel first.

He quickly sends Ghost a text that said 'till I'm back you're in charge'.

He follows as Soap takes the late train to the next town and checks into a small motel. Over the next few weeks he mostly stays in, sometimes visits the hospital. Is that where he meets his contacts? Is the motel a front? Slowly Price's suspicion turns to concern, and worry.

Then an ambulance is called to the motel. Price spots Soap being loaded in.

He can't fake the local accent to blend in so he stays outside the small-town hospital for a day and a half before Soap appears again...

... carrying a small bundle in his arms.

But something doesn't add up, something is off.

Soap seems devastated in a way that breaks Price's heart. He smiles through the tears at the little one in his arms as he slowly walks down the street into the night air.

A few blocks down he stops in front of the small orphanage next to the church. He places the warmly swaddled little one at the orphanage's steps, knocks and quickly leaves sobbing.

Before the door can even be answered, however, Price finds his body moving. He dashes out of his hiding spot and swoops the wee one into his arms, quickly walking away as he hears the door being answered to nothing and no one.

A block down, once he's sure it's safe, he peeks down at the curious little face.

And sees blue eyes like Soap...and pale skin and blond hair - like Simon.

It doesn't take much to deduce what happened. He had noticed Ghost had also been withdrawn and taking riskier solo missions since he and Soap stopped being each other's shadow suddenly. In fact, he'd been so busy trying to stop Ghost from getting himself killed or killing a recruit who happened to catch him on a bad day - that he'd not realised this probably had something to do with Soap's withdrawal too. Too busy and distracted to put two and two together.

They were both hurting. Soap clearly felt he couldn't take care of the wee one, but wanted it to have a chance. Even if it meant leaving the army.

As he walks he pulls out his phone to make a call. Laswell pulls some strings and files, and before he gets to the hotel the Captain's official records included that of his newborn son: 'John Simon Price'.

Till his boys are ready, he'll keep their little one safe and happy. Grandpa Price will make sure of it.

Part 2

Ghost gets a text from Price with his ETA and that he's bringing 'a special guest'. Ghost grits his teeth. He saw the letter from Soap in Price's office while he was doing both their jobs for the past month and a half.

Price is probably dragging Soap back by his collar. The damn fool omega.

In a place deep inside, however, he's afraid to admit to himself that he's hurting.

He never wanted to end things like this with Johnny. What they had was good, perfect. After growing up in a house where his alpha father used and abused his power over his omega mother due to their bond and instincts, Ghost had steered clear of any relationships with omegas. Nothing good can come off a relationship where pheromones and animalistic instincts trap you.

Then he met Soap. Their chemistry was instantaneous and undeniable. They had the same sense of humor, their strengths and weaknesses complemented each other, and hell, even their scents melted together in a beautiful way. His dark wood and gunpowder, to Soap's frost and forest flowers. They just... Fit.

It wasn't long till they gave in to the attraction they both (and everyone on base) knew was there. For over a year they shared meals, missions, beds, clothes, secrets, fears, and their bodies with each other. They spent almost every night in Simon's room, every day trailing after each other.

Till out of nowhere Soap started getting these almost drunken moments during sex, like he was being overwhelmed, and asked for Ghost to bite him. Ghost shot it down every time, warning him not to ask again after the third time.

Then Soap asked again, begged with tears in his eyes, that he needed Ghost - 'my alpha'.

That's when Ghost snapped. Fears old and new collided at once, choking him and setting his blood on fire. He violently shoved Soap off so rough the omega fell to the floor. He raged that his is it, if he can't fucking listen and get it into his thick head that Ghost doesn't want to fucking bite him - had no interest in being chained together for the rest of their lives - then to leave his room. He's not welcome here anymore.

Soap's eyes were clouded over with trembling fear and devastating heartache, before he silently got up, got dressed, and left without a sound or lifting his head.

That was the last time they spoke. Soap was booked off shortly after by the doc on base. Not even Price knew why. He would sometimes see him from afar, training rookies or walking to or from his office with stacks of paperwork.

As much as he still blamed their breakup on Soap not respecting his boundaries and wanting more than Ghost could give - seeing Soap look worse and worse by the week was getting to him.

So he threw himself into his own work, taking on harder and harder solo missions to keep his thoughts occupied.

So when Prices arrives he's ready to rip Soap a new one and then make the omega apologize, and then drag him back to his room to make up for all the nights Ghost laid awake aching in his need for Soap. Because it was true, he missed Johnny so much it hurt. He felt incomplete since his sunshine left.

But then Price gets off the heli with Nik and ... A baby.

"An old friend of mine had lost their partner and gone into labor. I went to help out but sadly, she died during childbirth. As the godfather, the babe now comes to me. Everyone, meet John S. Price. Call sign - Junior."

Big curious blue eyes that were so familiar Ghost lost his breath for a moment honed right in on his.

"Seems he already has a favourite", Price smiled as he walked over to Ghost. A twinkle of something warm and soft in his gaze. "Want to hold him?"

Ghost wants to refused, he's not good with kids, and the last time he picked up a kid was his nephew and that-

But before he could protest Price had already shifted the bundle into his steady arms. His hold naturally adapting to cradle and support little Junior on instinct.

He gazed down at those big beautiful blue eyes, the familiarity still so sharp a pain in his chest, but his little face, the tufts of golden hair... Something in Simon's world shifted.

"Hello little one," he cooed softly in a voice he didn't know he had. "I'm gonna be your favorite uncle. Uncle Si."

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Part 3

Ghost bursts through the hospital doors, unconscious Junior in his arms. "Help! Please, he-"

Bonus of a small town hospital is that there was a nurse and a doctor with him immediately.

Want some omegaverse GhostSoap baby drama?

Ghost (alpha) dumps Soap before the omega could tell him he's pregnant. Soap was devastated from the break up, but couldn't get it over his heart to terminate. So, he decided to retire - effective immediately, without honours. The only person on base who knew was the dedicated omega doctor who could only cover for him so long before he couldn't hide it anymore.

He slips out in the night.

But he didn't realize someone was following...

Price had gone to his office at 2am looking for his favorite lighter when he found the letter under the door from Soap about his immediate resignation and retirement. He rushes out in time to catch Soap sneaking off base with just his bag.

He was suspicious that Soap had maybe crossed them, that he was deflecting. He overhears 'the airport' between Soap and the driver who just pulled in. In a mad rush he runs to his room to grab a backpack then set out to follow the man from a distance.

Soap had been distant for the past few months, increasingly so. His doctor had him booked off active duty, only allowing office work and recruit training but even then he was withdrawn. It didn't help his suspicions.

He follows Soap all the way to Scotland to a small town.

He watches from afar as a very nervous Soap knocks on the door of a cozy family home and is greeted in joy. An hour later he watches Soap fling the door open and leave again, screaming and cursing can be heard from inside. His face stained with tears, a red bruise on his cheek.

Had he gotten in trouble with an informant? Was his superiors not happy with his report or performance? He'll wait till he calls Laswell. He needs more Intel first.

He quickly sends Ghost a text that said 'till I'm back you're in charge'.

He follows as Soap takes the late train to the next town and checks into a small motel. Over the next few weeks he mostly stays in, sometimes visits the hospital. Is that where he meets his contacts? Is the motel a front? Slowly Price's suspicion turns to concern, and worry.

Then an ambulance is called to the motel. Price spots Soap being loaded in.

He can't fake the local accent to blend in so he stays outside the small-town hospital for a day and a half before Soap appears again...

... carrying a small bundle in his arms.

But something doesn't add up, something is off.

Soap seems devastated in a way that breaks Price's heart. He smiles through the tears at the little one in his arms as he slowly walks down the street into the night air.

A few blocks down he stops in front of the small orphanage next to the church. He places the warmly swaddled little one at the orphanage's steps, knocks and quickly leaves sobbing.

Before the door can even be answered, however, Price finds his body moving. He dashes out of his hiding spot and swoops the wee one into his arms, quickly walking away as he hears the door being answered to nothing and no one.

A block down, once he's sure it's safe, he peeks down at the curious little face.

And sees blue eyes like Soap...and pale skin and blond hair - like Simon.

It doesn't take much to deduce what happened. He had noticed Ghost had also been withdrawn and taking riskier solo missions since he and Soap stopped being each other's shadow suddenly. In fact, he'd been so busy trying to stop Ghost from getting himself killed or killing a recruit who happened to catch him on a bad day - that he'd not realised this probably had something to do with Soap's withdrawal too. Too busy and distracted to put two and two together.

They were both hurting. Soap clearly felt he couldn't take care of the wee one, but wanted it to have a chance. Even if it meant leaving the army.

As he walks he pulls out his phone to make a call. Laswell pulls some strings and files, and before he gets to the hotel the Captain's official records included that of his newborn son: 'John Simon Price'.

Till his boys are ready, he'll keep their little one safe and happy. Grandpa Price will make sure of it.

Part 2

Ghost gets a text from Price with his ETA and that he's bringing 'a special guest'. Ghost grits his teeth. He saw the letter from Soap in Price's office while he was doing both their jobs for the past month and a half.

Price is probably dragging Soap back by his collar. The damn fool omega.

In a place deep inside, however, he's afraid to admit to himself that he's hurting.

He never wanted to end things like this with Johnny. What they had was good, perfect. After growing up in a house where his alpha father used and abused his power over his omega mother due to their bond and instincts, Ghost had steered clear of any relationships with omegas. Nothing good can come off a relationship where pheromones and animalistic instincts trap you.

Then he met Soap. Their chemistry was instantaneous and undeniable. They had the same sense of humor, their strengths and weaknesses complemented each other, and hell, even their scents melted together in a beautiful way. His dark wood and gunpowder, to Soap's frost and forest flowers. They just... Fit.

It wasn't long till they gave in to the attraction they both (and everyone on base) knew was there. For over a year they shared meals, missions, beds, clothes, secrets, fears, and their bodies with each other. They spent almost every night in Simon's room, every day trailing after each other.

Till out of nowhere Soap started getting these almost drunken moments during sex, like he was being overwhelmed, and asked for Ghost to bite him. Ghost shot it down every time, warning him not to ask again after the third time.

Then Soap asked again, begged with tears in his eyes, that he needed Ghost - 'my alpha'.

That's when Ghost snapped. Fears old and new collided at once, choking him and setting his blood on fire. He violently shoved Soap off so rough the omega fell to the floor. He raged that his is it, if he can't fucking listen and get it into his thick head that Ghost doesn't want to fucking bite him - had no interest in being chained together for the rest of their lives - then to leave his room. He's not welcome here anymore.

Soap's eyes were clouded over with trembling fear and devastating heartache, before he silently got up, got dressed, and left without a sound or lifting his head.

That was the last time they spoke. Soap was booked off shortly after by the doc on base. Not even Price knew why. He would sometimes see him from afar, training rookies or walking to or from his office with stacks of paperwork.

As much as he still blamed their breakup on Soap not respecting his boundaries and wanting more than Ghost could give - seeing Soap look worse and worse by the week was getting to him.

So he threw himself into his own work, taking on harder and harder solo missions to keep his thoughts occupied.

So when Prices arrives he's ready to rip Soap a new one and then make the omega apologize, and then drag him back to his room to make up for all the nights Ghost laid awake aching in his need for Soap. Because it was true, he missed Johnny so much it hurt. He felt incomplete since his sunshine left.

But then Price gets off the heli with Nik and ... A baby.

"An old friend of mine had lost their partner and gone into labor. I went to help out but sadly, she died during childbirth. As the godfather, the babe now comes to me. Everyone, meet John S. Price. Call sign - Junior."

Big curious blue eyes that were so familiar Ghost lost his breath for a moment honed right in on his.

"Seems he already has a favourite", Price smiled as he walked over to Ghost. A twinkle of something warm and soft in his gaze. "Want to hold him?"

Ghost wants to refused, he's not good with kids, and the last time he picked up a kid was his nephew and that-

But before he could protest Price had already shifted the bundle into his steady arms. His hold naturally adapting to cradle and support little Junior on instinct.

He gazed down at those big beautiful blue eyes, the familiarity still so sharp a pain in his chest, but his little face, the tufts of golden hair... Something in Simon's world shifted.

"Hello little one," he cooed softly in a voice he didn't know he had. "I'm gonna be your favorite uncle. Uncle Si."

(more below the cut)