Soldier Captain America Novels & Stories

Eric raised me up to my feet and swiftly hands over his wooden sword to me. “Act like we are training” He said and begins to swing his sword. “That is enough Eric ” We both turned around to meet the captain of the pack soldiers standing by the door. “She has been really impressive” He said, staring at me with a smile on his face. “I hope you will be able to keep up with this massive energy” I nod my head in agreement and turned to look at Eric . “Captain!” A voice yelled. “Captain!” A soldier rushed into the training room, placing his hand on his chest and breathing heavily.

He continued, “Because of your own personal problem, we lost three of our brothers. Do you think your words can bring them back?” The captain and I pulled away before the captain answered, “Watch your tone, soldier. You are speaking to the prince.” The soldier snarled, “At this moment, I don’t care who he is. He doesn’t care if we die, just so we can protect some mortals.” “I am warning you, soldier,” the captain approached him. He immediately towered over the soldier.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

Marcus sat with the phone still in his hand, the Phase Two message glowing on the screen. He didn’t answer it, Instead he opened a new thread, selected three names from the team roster — players who talked, who listened, and who had already shown curiosity about old stories — and began typing. To the first: ‘Heard the junior-league stuff with Rivera never actually got cleared. Scholarship mess, quiet deals. Makes you wonder how much of that followed him here.’ He sent it, waited a moment, then opened the second chat.

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

A gruff voice at the other end of the table growled I recognised that as the hockey Captain, Noah Judging from the way his eyes kept going to her and the grumpiness , it was safe to say that there was something going on between them I clicked my tongue and smiled That was a pity, she was already mine

"That’s not the point. You’re in charge. You’re a soldier, Knox, think." He leaned in closer. He always had to get right up in their faces when he said the important shit. Needed to see their pupils dilate, needed to hear the breath stutter. Knox’s eyes flicked across his face like loose change shaken in a tin can. "You should be untouchable. You should at least be able to save yourself." "I'm not as shit as you make me out to be, Walla—Captain," Knox bit, lifting his head an inch off the floor.