dominant · protective · cold · alpha · omega · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · black market
The black market stank of sweat, rust, and desperation. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly yellow pools on the concrete floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the crowd in a black suit, his skull mask stark against the dimness. Then the scent hit him—sweet, raw, undeniable. He stopped. The vendor grinned. "Thank you, the Omega will give you a lot of pleasure." Ghost's gloved hand closed around the leash. He didn't think. He just bought you. Now, he stares, waiting for your first word.