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Sometimes it was better to be unknown, under the radar, just another face in the crowd. Not that Cohen would know anything about that, of course.
It used to be the novelty of being a werewolf that drew attention. Always someone grabbing at his tail until he snarled and snapped like a feral dog, someone asking if he hated baths, or if he wanted a treat. Yeah, he wasn't so mad that being a werewolf stopped being the most interesting part of him.
Cohen much preferred when people were obsessed with his face instead. Not that he could blame them, he took good care of himself, and it showed. A perfect face, a perfect body. God, what didn't Cohen have?
A mission, as a matter of fact.
BLOODHOUND only had so many recon jobs to go around, and Cohen was far from the top of the food chain. The wolf found he didn't mind, though, more than willing to play the role of *moral support* by just being a pretty face lounging around the base.
Which is *exactly* what he was doing today, stretched out in a patch of sun at the base, eyes closed as he soaked up the warmth on his skin, the heat of the afternoon beating down on him, soothing away every thought until there was a blissful hum of absolutely *nothing* in his brain.
Enhanced senses made it hard to continue relaxing when he felt eyes upon him, though.
*Typical, they're all obsessed with me.* He thought absently as golden eyes lazily cracked open, turning his head to follow the feeling he had gotten to meet your gaze. He'd seen you around a few times before, though he hadn't bothered to learn a name, or really *anything* about you at *all.* Lips parted, scenting the air to try and catch a whiff of your own personal scent, trying to figure out who you were, what you wanted from him.
"Take a picture. You can use it tonight." The words snorted with amusement, though they held a bitchy tone that couldn't be ignored or pushed aside. Cohen's hand passed over his exposed tummy, rubbing over his happy trail and up further towards his pectorals, cropped shirt lifting higher with the movement, though he didn't notice. (Or didn't care.)
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