barracks beta | tf141 x femreader

β | ONE.

"Which bottle is the most expensive?" I ask the server, pointing down the vanilla paper on the menu. It was backed with an intricate leather casing, the dim lights of the private room making it hard to see. Not that it impacted the three alphas in the room, they had... well, heightened everything. Not very fair, but, whatever. The waiter points toward the one on the bottom, with a hefty price tag listed beside it.

"This one. We also have a combination package that lets you try out three bottles--" I snap the menu shut, before nodding and handing it to him. The waiter takes it from me, a bit stunned as he looks at my two other alpha companions.

"Two of the bottle and get me that package. Thanks, sweetheart." Winking, I wave my hand dismissively at the alpha. He glances at the two other alphas, and only when one of them gives him permission, does he exit. I turn toward the other two, sitting on the other side of the private room. This was different. Definitely different.

High-profile requests usually make my desk but... this? Meeting in person, with my direct superior? Completely different.  And this place... it was obvious only high-level alphas could afford to come here. It felt like everyone's jaws were on the floor when I walked in. Annoying, but who cares? I'm going to drink my fill and maybe some more.

"Dizzy, should you really be drinking that much?" My superior sighs, shaking his head. Colonel Dee has always made me his prized possession. His poster child of a beta in the spotlight. A practical genius that could out-strategize, out-heal, out-perform any alpha or omega in the force. 

And I have.

"Oh, don't be so tense. We have a new guest, don't we? Let's show a bit of hospitality." The captain before me quirks a lip, amused by my words. Captain Price, from what I'm hearing. From Task Force 141, a group that I want no fucking thing to do with. I've heard enough about them from my friends, beta or not. Arrogant, irritating, and, most of all, so, so snotty. The only all-alpha team that hasn't acclimated to the changing times. "So, you owe him money or something, Dee?"

"A favor of sorts." Price answers for him, his eyes crinkling as he looked at me. Ooh, what's happening? Are they really friends? Previous teammates? "So, Dizzy, you've probably heard of the boys at 141..." I see Dee stiffen. There's nothing wrong about what he said so... Pheromones. Dominance? What the fuck is their problem?

"Maybe," I respond bluntly.

"The Colonel and I were talking about getting some fresh blood in the force." I nod slowly. Price is releasing pheromones, I can tell through Dee's reactions. He's trying to test if I can smell them--if I'll react. Should I fuck with him and look scared? No, Dee wouldn't like that. "There's no better candidate than you." I blink.

Once.

Before bursting out laughing. I slam my hand against the surface of the table, the slap of my skin against it alerting the waiter as he walks in with my order. "You--You're joking right!?" I gasp, just as Dee gives me a stern look. I muffle my laughter, watching the waiter in front of me place the wine bottle down on the table. He slides down three glasses, but I stop him. "Just leave it. Thanks." The waiter looks almost glad to leave, walking stiffly out of the room.

He probably smells Price's pheromones lingering in the air.

"That wasn't very nice, Dizzy." Dee reprimands, shaking his head toward Price apologetically. The captain seems completely put together, his expression never changing. I reach toward the bottle, realizing that it was uncorked already. I pour it into the glass, watching the red fill the glass slowly.

"Oh, was that not a joke?" I pick up the glass, sipping from it. I swallow, the fruity and bitter taste lingering on my tongue. Sticking out my tongue, I make a face. "It tastes like washed-up trash. No offense, obviously." Price chuckles, before nodding at Dee. I raise an eyebrow. He's not angry? I thought an alpha's ego was more fragile than this.