Bleach Captains And Vice Captains Novels & Stories

the big man said. “I’m Nitro, the Vice President,” a man with a buzz cut said. “I’m Little T, the club’s Secretary and your liaison here. You can come to me with any problems.” Little T was older than the other men but he looked mature and not as rough as the rest of them. “I’m K-9, the Road Captain, and I’ll check in everyday to make sure things run smoothly,” another man said. “I’m Trick, the Sergeant At Arms, I’ll be in charge of security,” the man said and lifted his hand in a slight wave.

Alex dropped into the chair, stiff. The captain leaned back in his creaky seat, studying him like he was trying to read a messy report. Reeves was built like an old linebacker gone soft, gut straining his shirt buttons, gray hair thinning on top. Twelve years as captain meant he’d seen nearly everything. Alex used to find comfort in that steady presence.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Nothing. He pushed forward alone, trying to break through two defenders. They trapped him easily, and the puck got stolen again. Brian threw his hands up in frustration. Marcus cursed under his breath. I felt the pressure building in my chest. As captain, it wasn’t just about skill, it was about keeping everyone united. And right now, the team felt split. I blew the whistle. “Pause.” The boys slowed down. I gathered them in a circle. “Listen. We don’t have time for ego. The competition is days away. Every mistake now is a lesson, but only if we learn from it.”

The words felt like a physical weight dropping onto my shoulders, crushing the last bit of air out of my lungs. "Until you prove you are actually ready to take on that responsibility again, and until the board reviews your behavioral conduct next semester, Bluey Monroe will be in charge as acting captain of the Vipers," the director finalized, slamming his gavel down with a sharp, resounding CRACK that echoed off the high ceiling. "Dismissed." One by one, the board members stood up from their leather chairs, gathering their glossy folders and walking out of the side doors without a single backward glance. Coach gave me one last, disappointed shake of his head before he closed the heavy oak d

I answer. “Darius, it isn’t smart to piss off a Squad Captain. Dallas is a Squad Captain for a reason and she might hold this tattling you did against you for a while or for much longer.” Luna Pearl says with a wicked smile on her face. She didn’t just put them both in their place, but also warned them that they were risking our bond from forming. “This still doesn’t answer my question or their question.” Alpha Preston states. “Alpha, this is your territory and every Pack-member has to answer to you. I, on the other hand, am a Squad Captain for the Elders and I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation.” I say before I get up.

"As if you're ever blushing when I say something" I was blushing? When? Why? How? I gasp. "Because you always speak shit. We can blush if people say good stuff" "Bullshit", he scoffs. As the coach draws their attention to make a statement, we also look over there. "After a lot of discussion with the management, we have selected the new captain of our team. Samuel Vance Gabriel" As he announces his name, I jump off again, clapping and whistling as Samuel looks at me again with that pretty smile.

Most of the women in this camp are just warriors except for a few of them who are healers. Bianca and I are the only ones who are captains and, in my case, deputy commander. I bow my head before him and turn on my heel before going to find Joshua and Bray. I can feel Xavier’s gaze on me even as I make my way to Joshua. ‘Deputy Commander!” Joshua exclaims, raising his hand to his head, and saluting me. Theo tsks while shaking his head. I cannot help but smile. “How many has he had to drink?” I ask them as Joshua staggers back.

Behave like that only. In few minutes, we all stood again in front of the teachers. The lady teacher looked at my team. “Blue Team captain?” They all answered together, “Alex.” She nodded and wrote something on her clipboard. “Now Red Team captain?” Half of Blake’s team pointed at him. “Blake.” I felt a strange spark in my chest hearing his name like that. The crowd started cheering. Some even chanted Blake’s name because he was popular in the previous batch. Already. Soon the whistle blew again.

“You were supposed to pass.” Blake skated past me, jaw tight. “You were out of position.” “I was open.” “You were late.” The buzzer sounded for line change. We skated to the bench, not looking at each other. The coach leaned in. “You two want to fight or win?” I didn’t answer. Blake didn’t either. This was our first game as captain and alternate captain. The team owner had made it clear. We were the future of the Storm. Our speed, our skill, our names on every poster in the city.