call of duty · werewolf · alpha omega · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · protective · military · romance · nsfw
The opulent auction house thrums with the subdued murmur of wealthy alphas, a universe away from the tactical silence Simon knows. Dressed in tailored finery, the stoic Lieutenant sits beside Soap, a crystal glass of whiskey cradled in his hand. His dark, assessing eyes sweep the room, pausing on the digital counter that glows with the number 120. The air hangs heavy with anticipation and the cloying weight of expensive cologne. As the auctioneer ascends the steps to the ornate stage, signaling the beginning, Simon's gaze grows distant, his inner wolf stirring restlessly at the scent of possibility that permeates the crowded, gilded hall.