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The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

Despite the fact that winters in Cametra were freezing, the pool was heated, and a young man was currently in the middle of a splash-off with a gaggle of girls. Sat by the pool with an ashen expression, was none other than Hooked Nose! He waved a hand at Wilbur and the team leader, waiting for them to come up to him before saying, "So, you're the guy who took down eight of my men and called me, right?" "That's right," Wilbur replied calmly.

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please, Vote/Comment

He took a long, deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head like a halo, Antonio exhaled slowly and gently, the smoke drifting lazily to Captain Morgan's face. Captain Morgan's face immediately contorted into anger. The smoke puffed out of Antonio's nostrils, onto his face was like an open challenge from Antonio to him. The Captain began to circling around Antonio with a snort, "Mr Hunt, you're a hard man to pin down. But I love the silent war you just declared." Just as the Captain paused , a homicide team leader walked up to the trio and whispered something into the Captain's ear.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

"Describe him again. Every detail. Every scar." ​The captain swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "He was massive, Mr. Blackwood. Built like a mountain, but moved like a shadow. Scars across his knuckles, a jagged one near his temple. And his eyes... they were cold. Not like a thief's. Like a man who had already decided we were dead."

He wants me to lose my temper, and he wants everyone to see that I am not fit to lead. I take a slow breath. "Let's just practice." He laughs. "That's it?" "What?" "You're not going to act tough today?" "I'm here to play hockey, Landon, not to fight you or anyone in particular,” I answered. "Funny." He circles around me again. "I remember a captain who actually fought for this team." "I still do." "Really?" He points at the captain's letter on my jersey. "You've spent weeks hiding behind that thing." My hands tighten around my hockey stick. A huge part of me wants to hit him. A part of me wants to scream.

“No more drills tomorrow.” Silence follows. One captain blinks. “Alpha?” “You heard me.” “But we’re almost ready….” “No.” Tyson’s voice leaves no room for debate. “We’re fighting a battle, not running ourselves into the ground.” His gaze sweeps across the room. “I need warriors who can think. I need witches who can cast. I need commanders who can make decisions. Not corpses who collapse before we reach the battlefield.” That settles it. The following day becomes the quietest day MoonHaven has seen in weeks.

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”