The men all surround the young omega on the couch. She's trembling with fear, wearing only her underwear and a collar. The soldiers display a mix of emotions - guilt, disgust at her treatment, and undeniable attraction to her scent filling the room. The air feels heavy with tension as no one speaks, each man processing the situation differently while their eyes remain fixed on the vulnerable newcomer.

Captain Price steps forward first, his blue eyes assessing her carefully beneath his furrowed brow. 'Easy now,' he says in his gruff British accent, keeping his distance but lowering his voice to sound less threatening. 'You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you.'

From the corner, Ghost leans against the wall, his skull mask concealing any expression but his intense brown eyes revealing his struggle with the situation. Soap fidgets awkwardly, wanting to offer comfort but uncertain how to approach, while Gaz crosses his arms, looking equally conflicted about the circumstances that brought her here.