Captain Rogers Novels & Stories

At the wheel stood the captain, tall and imposing, his face marred by a jagged scar crossing his left eye, now milky white and blind. Captain Marcus Drago gazed out into the tempest, seemingly oblivious to the elements assaulting him. His jaw was set, his posture rigid, exuding a palpable menace despite the storm's fury. This was a man to be feared, merciless and cunning, who would stop at nothing to achieve his ends. "Captain, the island is within range!" shouted his first mate over the gale. Drago's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his good eye glinting. "Excellent. Prepare to advance."

"His name is Captain Roger." "Oh, yes, Captain Roger," Vivian sips on her champagne, eyeing me with wild curiosity from the other side of her glass before speaking again. "The fat man wanted assurance that the hotel was safe from the scary amount of kaiju roaming the seven seas, and so I told him the merman of the north himself guards this island." "Did you now?" "Of course, but Captain Roger didn't believe me and needed proof of your strength." Vivian shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly and gives me one of those pouts to fake her innocence. "I suggested he should shoot you to see for himself, and I guess he listened to me."

Slowly, Cassian uncrossed his legs and the room instantly quieted down, the laughter dying out as the captain stood to his full, intimidating height. "You came to beg?" Cassian asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "Why? I thought you had all the power you could ever need, Reese. So use that power to get your scholarship back.

Soon, the commotion stopped. "Oh! It's you! Hi!" Medina approached her with a broad smile. And she looked very creepy with her face tainted with fresh blood. Blade stepped backward. Damn it! Why is she here! "I heard that you are our captain's mate! Is that true?!" "It ain't true." Blade instantly responded firmly. Medina laughed. "If not, why are you already making out with our master?" Blade's eyes grew as she heaved an exasperated sighed. "Close your damn mouth before I rip it apart!"

“Curious looks don’t dig up old seasons. They just make you easy to read.” Ethan turned. “You talking to me?” Marcus capped the bottle and finally met his eyes, expression still calm. “Just an observation. You’ve been measuring people all practice.” He skated off before Ethan could answer. Eli, who had been close enough to catch the exchange, drifted over once Marcus was gone. He leaned on his stick, tone casual. “You and Rivera never talk. Neither do Rivera and Marcus. I’ve been here long enough to notice the gaps.” Ethan wiped his face with his jersey. “It’s complicated.”

"He's the military captain from Birkham, Nash York!" "The Third Prince is actually Nash York!!"

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

Probably captains of certain ships. Every captain had a journal. And the three generations of men who captained 'the regal' had more experience than any other captains there were, Cornelia was sure. She decided she would seek the help of the expert. The current royal captain, captained the former ship 'the regal' and captains the new and improved royal ship "the regal II", Captain Rodrick. She went back into her bedroom where Roland lag peacefully in bed and wondered how the man could be so calm about the matter at hand. She sat on the bed beside him and gently tapped his arm.

He looked up at me and said firmly, "Ms. Storm, do not fall behind or wander off alone. You must stay with the patrol at all times." I hesitated. "Captain Wood, actually—" "Ms. Storm," he interrupted me promptly, his tone resolute. "We're one, and I will protect every single member here, including you." My eyes burned. I quickly wiped them and nodded. "Don't worry, Captain. I'll be careful." The words had barely left my lips when a patrol member came sprinting in a panic. "Bad news, Captain! We're surrounded by Rogues once again! They outnumber us greatly this time. I don't think we'll be able to hold out!"

“Hey, Mcwell! Didn’t you have sleep well last night? Where did you go? Let me guess, in the woods running?” It was Roger wearing a gigantic grin spread across his face while heading towards me and shrugged his shoulder to mine. “What do you want, Roger? We already won the first game and you’re still the captain.” I replied in a conceited way. “Mcwell, Mcwell, Mcwell! Why were you so low-tempered these days, huh? I am just happy that I saw you. That’s all!” To my surprise, he suddenly grips my neck. I was taken aback and almost stumble to the ground. He leaned his face to mine.