Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

with the clinical precision of someone whose fear has been organized by training into something operational. The captain on the dark horse at the center of the advance line wore his red crest and his bright armor with the authority of someone who has never questioned whether the authority was earned, and he pointed at Nova from his elevated position with the directness of someone who has decided what the target is and intends to be clear about it. "There," he said, and the single word carried across the engagement. "Take her alive."

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

Her scornful tone suggested that the Captain did not need to be treated like the prospective recipient of the Nobel prize. Jamie looked at her quickly and meekly dipped her head, exposing the curve of her long neck, The Captain wanted to pull her into his arms and make fierce love to her. Even when he was with his current mistress, Adele Long, he could only think of this dlectable little woman who haunted his dreams. He straightened himself and cleared his throat, shooting Serena a baleful look. “She’s right,” he said in a loud voice. “I’d better be on my way… I should…I have a report to write.”

He stood up exhibiting his six feet eight inches height. “Commander.” Captain came towards him and Commander breached the gap, pulling Captain into a bear hug. “I told you to stop calling me that. Calling me father won't do any harm.” Commander said patting him on the back. “We are on duty.” “What about a duty of a son to his father?” Captain gave him a cocky grin and Commander shook his head. “You didn't tell me you were back,” Commander grumbled. “Sorry, I had other things to do.”

“Cormac always had balls.” The tone of affection underlying his words caught her attention. “You’re still friends?” “Yeah, you could say that.” He laughed. “Cormac is my boss’s third-in?command.” “What are you?” Sexy, crazy, and frustrating were words that came to mind, though she didn’t utter them. “A captain. I have a crew, and I have authority, but there are those above me.” Suddenly, he pulled her on top of him, his hands on either side of her head. “Bosses who won’t be pleased if Aldo Peretti starts a war.”

He approached the chief and captain who grinned. I smiled when Trizhor raised his hand as if shaking hands. "Hmm. By the way, I'll just introduce myself. Hello, Captain and Chief. I am Trizhor Ailorre, the rank 1 and the creator."

Even Alex was taken aback, and before I could call him over to ask what the hell did I just hear, he jogged over—both the two guys turned their heads when Alex called them. ‘‘Captain, she’s waiting for me…’’ Alex said panting, and I frowned in a state of bewilderment. Captain? How the hell did he ever made to the rank of captain with an attitude like that? ‘‘There’s a project that we must complete as a group after school...’’ The guy he called captain rolled his eyes, and threw him an indifferent look, as if he didn’t give a fuck about his explanation. I watched as he stepped back into the building, clenching his fists at his sides. He looked bloody annoyed.

“No.” Campian said, “That’s what makes him so impressive. I’m certain that the chief is more experienced and knows more than us.” “Perhaps, Mr. Yarde is released from some influential academy in Metrocity for training, and the chief is giving him some gifts as a friendly gesture after learning about Mr. Yarde.” Willow widened her eyes in surprise. “So that is how it is! You’re good, captain!” Campian heaved a sigh and said, “That is why… I’m the captain while you’re just a squad member.”

And he nodded his head while pursing his lips. “Well, I’m Captain Stevens and this is my whole outfit. I want you to know that I run a very tight ship around here. We salute, we never have a soldier standing still, we are constantly working to make ourselves the best that we can be. Do you understand?” He asked. “Yes, sir.” I said.

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?