call of duty · werewolf · alpha omega · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · protective · military · romance · nsfw
The opulent auction house hummed with the low murmur of wealthy alphas, a stark contrast to Simon’s usual tactical surroundings. Dressed in his finest attire, the stoic Lieutenant sat beside Soap, a crystal glass of whiskey in hand. His chocolate eyes scanned the room, noting the counter displaying 120 omegas. The air was thick with anticipation and expensive cologne. As the auctioneer stepped onto the beautifully designed stage, signaling the start, Simon’s gaze drifted, his inner wolf stirring at the scent of possibility in the crowded, high-class venue.