Colonel Christopher Brandon Novels & Stories

He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty. “Miss Vavoom I presume?” said Tom as he extended his hand towards Brandi. “Yes, are you Captain Robertson?” Brandi asked, her voice shaking slightly as Tom towered over her. Tom shook her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Vavoom, I’m a big fan!” “Really?” Brandi said in surprise. “Please, call me Brandi.” “I love your movies Miss..Brandi,” said Tom. “Especially the ninja one, you were incredible in that.”

His stare was so intense it felt like it weighed on my skin, but I didn’t falter, letting Ava guide me closer. Christopher’s voice broke the tension, sharp but polished. “Brandon, don’t forget about your engagement with Ava.” I watched as Brandon stiffened, caught off guard for a moment. His reaction wasn’t missed by Christopher, who smiled—a calm expression hiding something much sharper beneath. “You misunderstand me,” Brandon said, his voice carefully steady. “I have no inappropriate intentions toward Sophie. It’s just... she resembles my lost sister. I only wish to learn more about her.” Christopher leaned back slightly, his gaze sliding toward me before returning to Brandon. “Oh? Is that

“We found one of the boys!" "Who is the soldier?" "Chris Chen!” The Colonel jumped with joy and hugged me. The gesture touched a sore spot on my back, but I resisted showing my discomfort. “Anthony! It works!” “He’s doing the right thing!” Colonel continued as he looked at ASP Wong. “I did the right thing?” “You showed us the direction. You brought back that clue from the other dimension?” “Colonel. I indicated the area before I passed out?”

[ Colton ] Excruciating silence wrapped the air as I waited for Brandon to speak who had been searching something on his laptop with great concern. "Why couldn't you ready it before I come here, Brand?" I asked him as I was getting annoyed with passing seconds. I promised Evangeline to revisit the hospital and I couldn't break my promise again. "Wait a sec, Col. I can't keep a very confidential file open for anyone to break and find. Relax and give me a sec-" He replied,"Here you go." He turned the screen to me and what I read, it slipped the earth beneath my feet.

“Yeah. I think it might be.” “Did Brandon say anything about it? I mean, knowing him, he must be pissed. Not many guys would have the guts to stand up to Sergeant with that permanent scowl,” Colin said, leaning forward a little. I locked eyes with him, “He’s a gangster, Colin,” I said, amused by the thought of Alessandro being intimidated by Brandon, never going to happen. “I don’t think there’s much that scares him, I have never seen him scared.” •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───•

Brandon chuckled and looked away, the light from the window reflecting on his face and showing off his chiselled jawline. Then he spoke. "Yes, I can see that. I have not really introduced myself properly, have I? I am Brandon, the idiot's younger brother who also happens to be one of the commanders of our army. I am 23 years old and the second eldest in my family," he said and his smirk disappeared under a small smile. Finally, at least someone is pleasant around here, I thought.

I shook my hand; “take it.” Hibara took the note from my hand, read it silently, and then gave it to Jacob. “Untie him, Lieutenants,” the commanding voice of Col. Christopher Blanchard, the Corps Commander, was heard from the crowd. The two responded, “Sir, yes, sir,” and then untied me. I stretched my arms as I felt the aftereffects of the restraint. “You two are not under the First Battalion, am I right?” I asked, trying to sound friendly after what they did.

Brandon’s face changed for a second. Then he straightened his back proudly. “Of course I do. Chairman Grant is my uncle. I just landed a twenty-million-dollar infrastructure project with his approval.” “What? You’re a delivery guy, and now you’re trying to use me to get close to my uncle?” I shook my head and could not help laughing. “I wouldn’t call it getting close.” I took out my phone and glanced at the photo my deputy had just sent from the interrogation room. Then I looked back at Brandon.

Brandon's stance relaxed, his shoulders easing into a comfortable slouch. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" he said, his tone inviting conversation. Arc nodded, his gaze drifting towards the door Brandon was leaning against, his muscular frame relaxed, like a sturdy pillar. Brandon's brown hair was mussed, and his bright demeanor made him seem like a sun-kissed ray of sunshine. Arc's eyes narrowed as he assessed him, searching for the qualities that might draw Chelsea in. He had an effortless charm, a warm and easygoing persona that would likely captivate Chelsea.

It was during the end of his shift that the ship's XO walked up to the commander. "Commander Price, got a minute?" "Sure Howard, what've you got?" Colonel Mark Howard was a tough man, a bit smaller than Price and more muscle. Always straight in uniform standing tall he was an intimidating sight to anyone around. A true image of authority. He was a long time friend of the Commander and served together for years. So when the time came for Price to take command and chose an XO, the choice wasn't hard to make.