Drawing The Squad Novels & Stories

ChasingStar: Who are you to decide for me? I lost my hope when I saw his status offline. I just pouted. I forgot that when we became friends, he can easily add me to their squad and when you're in, only the admins of the squad can remove me. The admins are the officials or leaders that are very known when it comes to tournament games. Whoever added me into the squad, he's only the one who can remove me. That's why I hate it! Too complicated! Looks like I was left with no choice.

I worry when I'll ever get to be near him again. "I'm always with you even when you don't think I am," he said. I smiled, and he disappeared from my sight. When I went into the school building, our school swimming team's opponents had already left. Dims-Wood High won, thanks as usual to the captain of the swimming team, Bryson. When he's in the water, he is like a fish. The hallway was filled with students happily lifting Bryson around in the air. As they cheered happily, my eyes went over to Connor's locker to see him staring back at me.

“Then let’s use it.” Back at training that afternoon, Damien ran a special tactical session on the main pitch. The sky had cleared to a pale blue, the grass still carrying the faint dampness of morning dew. The squad gathered around the large tactics board set up near the center circle — arrows, magnets, and scribbled notes already covering the surface. Damien and Martin stood side by side, shoulders touching, voices low as they mapped set-piece variations. Damien’s finger traced a line for a quick corner routine; Martin added an arrow for a late overlap. Their rings caught the sunlight every time they moved, a quiet, undeniable statement to the watching squad. Hearts and tactics perfectly a

“We need to talk to the others and decide what we’re doing.” “All of Beta?” I asked nervously. “No… just squad four. Our people.” That was more palatable. She called them in while I quickly sketched out a crude drawing of the map with a charcoal stub, then tucked the tablet away again. Not everyone here knew about the tablet and I wanted to keep it that way.

the squad leader barked, cutting him off. The squad leader's voice cut through the air, sharp as a knife, before he swung his hand, delivering a stinging slap to Levi's cheek. His face was a mask of frost, his presence chilling the room as he thundered, "Who do you think you are? How dare you insult Mr. Cole? Mr. Cole is General Lynch's friend, making him a VIP at our Drunham City military base! You're really pushing your luck, mouthing off about Mr. Cole. Looking for trouble, are you?"

“You’ve been telling me how for years.” Dima shook his head, but there was a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes. “At least take a full team,” he said. “You’re not walking into a Siren port with just me and a prayer.” Kael’s gaze slid over the roster hovering in his HUD. He marked names without speaking them—men and women who’d seen enough ugly not to flinch, not so tied to the tower that their absence would scream. “Four,” he said. “Plus you.”

Ghosts or not, there was no way I was turning down that pay. "Is your in-game currency the same as the living world?" I asked. "Don't worry," she said. "We go through Aether Bank. It's connected to all major banks, so you can send it directly to your account." I relaxed. "Perfect." "The instance runs once a week. The ghosts arrive a few hours before the players, and that's when you do the makeup." She handed me a stylish wrist device. "This is a summoning device. When it lights up, bring your makeup kit and come to work."

My voice was low but steady. Julia’s gaze flicked to Stephen. Of course. Waiting for backup. But Desmond spoke first. “I think she’s old enough to choose for herself. It’s her summer, her training.” “Thanks,” I muttered, grateful. I looked back at Desmond. “Can you walk me through the teams again? I don’t really know how they work.” He nodded. “Sure. We’ve got five main squads: Ironclaws they focus on close combat, raw strength, and endurance.

Which prompted all of them to salute towards me and stopped what they were doing. “At ease Soldiers…Medical staff continues with your duty….Sergeant Deckard, correct?….Scout Squads 6?..”. “Yes, Sir…Sergeant Deckard, Squad Leader of Scout number 6, Sir!…”.(Sergeant Deckard) Clearly he was rather nervous around me and Alessia, although Sergeant Deckard is a towering 2 meter tall orc Vampire, all of his squad mates were also the same, as he stated his name and squad number, all of his squad mate also lined up behind their 4 trucks. All in their formal formation, whilst the medical personnel were busying carrying injured people from the side of the trucks.

The link was silent, as often happened when there was a flurry of action to keep too many from sending in. Finally, the warrior assigned to Moira’s team called in. They had destroyed the remaining four from the other two squads. It took less than two minutes and not a single one of them was even touched. Bo and Jessica were both forced into submission. Adrian’s head snapped up and he noted the devastated look on Marta’s face. She had the advantage in leaders this year with three of the six squads being led by brawlers. Now there was one and he was setting up a basecamp on the edge of the river. As Moira’s squad’s movements were reported, all eyes were on the map. They were circling closer to