Captain Rogers Novels & Stories

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?”

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

he remarked. Their whispering irritated the pirates. Others warned them about the whine, but the one who spoke was the only one who understood and could speak English. "Don't dare to flee; we'll kill you before you do!" Said to be fluent in English. The two noticed that its teeth were made of gold. They silently stared at each other, saying nothing. Phantom stopped because it was pirate with an eye patch which dragged Savannah away. The man with the eye patch is their Captain, and he tried to touch and grab Savannah, which irritated Phantom.

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?

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

“Jesus Christ, boy. What in the hell is going on? Where are you?” “Have you ever heard of the Raven?” I heard the hesitation in his voice, the guttural sound indicating that he’d known all along what was going on. “You know I’ve always tried to protect you. You were like a son to me.” “What are you trying to tell me, Roger? What do you know?” “If I tell you, then I’m further putting your life into danger,” the captain said in a hushed tone. “I think it’s too late for that. Who is the Raven?”

The news flickered in. BREAKING: CAPTAIN RAINER RESIGNS FROM THE FORCE WITH NO PUBLIC STATEMENT The anchorwoman's voice was smooth, practiced, but tinged with concern. “In a shocking turn of events, Captain Elias Rainer has submitted his formal resignation, effective immediately. The decorated officer, known for his long tenure and strategic leadership, still had many productive years left in the force. His abrupt exit has sparked speculation regarding deeper issues, particularly surrounding his alleged connections with the controversial Rossi family…”

On Friday afternoon, while I wandered around the marina, I found the accounting team captain and another member behind the equipment shed. There was something off about them. Their voices hummed low, head bent over a phone. I didn't announce myself, I simply stood in the shadow of the building and listened. “Yes sir, we're doing our best out here. Although the marketing team is quite competitive, they're no match for us,” the captain was saying. “Good stuff. Just make sure to do your parts and leave the rest to me,” I knew that voice anywhere. It was Mr Rogers, the head of the Accounting Department.