Bleach Squad 6 Captain Novels & Stories

"Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64." A ripple of shock passed through the room. The name Agent 64 carried weight. Every single man in this room had probably heard it at some point, had probably cursed it under their breath. The DiFronzo brothers exchanged looks of pure disbelief. I had been their ghost, the agent who had hounded them for years, always just out of reach. They knew my alias, but they had never known my face. "You are a cop?" Dant was the first to speak. I met his gaze, saying nothing.

Liam said calmly, looking at Bluebird. "Central Military District's Special Forces squad is named Nine Nether. There are currently twelve active members, and I am the captain, Bluebird..." Despite her dissatisfaction, Bluebird began to introduce the team. As the captain, she was efficient and straightforward, using no unnecessary words. In a few short sentences, she provided a clear introduction.

It's time to call quits. “There's one more thing.” He announces. “I asked for five but there's a soldier who's has been improving since I got here and has what it takes to be in my special squad. June Lipovsky, step forward.” The next thing I see is the blurriness of my vision but I hold back the tears of my immense triumph and victory. I don't know how I managed it but I did. I salute the Captain. I looked into hie eyes that looked like that if an Arctic wolf. There was no approval in them, just cold and emotionless.

It means she belonged to his squad. So I belong to his squad. This building basically has 6 floors which means each floor belongs to each captain. So there are 5 captains. Sixth floor? Is that floor empty or the leader secretly lives there because no one is allowed to go there. Maybe they have put Justin there. The Captain looked towards me. "You told me that you won't do it again." He said and I looked down at my bloody gloves. "Next time, I won't tolerate it." He said and walked away.

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

"Listen guys. We are the Blades. We win because we are better not because refs help us. If somebody is messing with the game we need to find out together. No secrets in this room." Kade met my gaze again. "No secrets. Right Captain." The words hung heavy. I knew what he meant. Our own mess. The stolen nights. The way his touch still burned on my skin. But I pushed it down. "Damn right," I answered. "We protect each other. Answer questions straight. Play the next game like our lives depend on it. Because maybe they do." Coach nodded looking relieved. "Good. That is the leadership I need. Meeting over. Get some rest. And for gods sake keep this quiet. If I hear one whisper outside these walls

“Good. Make sure to monitor the rest of the island and to look for any suspicious activity. Squad 1-A will be joining you from now on.” The four of us flinched, hearing the name of our squad. I looked at Gabriella and they were already staring at us. She didn’t look scary or intimidating, but she had this cold stare that looks like she doesn’t want us. “I’m Red Quinscity, leader of the squad. Pleased to meet you,” I introduced and extended my hand.

“That’s one way to put it.” Kaidan gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Good. We work better in chaos.” ★★★ ★★★ The crowd swarmed the rosters by torchlight, pushing and cursing as names were read aloud. Elowyn pressed through. Her heart raced as her eyes scanned down— There. Group H-6. – Elyan Froste – Riven Thorney – Callus Quill – Housborn Grell – Baron Ortega (Leader) – Sacha Vollen

Logan again, because Logan always got a second turn. The man with the sky blue hair acknowledged all of them with a tolerant grin and flipped them the bird in one smooth, unhurried motion as he moved through the room. It was so casually done, so completely devoid of actual malice, that most of the guys it was directed at laughed. Khyle stood at his locker and watched. They called him the Sexta. He was the Soul Reapers' top enforcer. Number six. The name on the back of the jersey was one Khyle had seen on highlight reels and stat sheets and the occasional disciplinary report filed with the league office.