Soldier Captain America Novels & Stories

Their markings are on their right shoulder. 2. The Warrior Captain. Armed with the ability of the Silver Soul and Toxic Soul or—in rare cases—fire soul. Because they had both strong toxic silver, fire souls weren't immune to their attacks. They also had quicker agility and were faster than a fire soul. Their mark is found on either side of their arms. There can only be one Warrior Captain in a pack, and it wasn't hereditary.

He could choose one randomly and knock Qin Haodong's fellow's teeth off all onto the ground. He turned back and talked to Captain Cassano, "Captain Cassano, you heard him. Time to show these Huaxia people how powerful the warriors from M Country are." Cassano was a Caucasian who was over two meters tall. His muscles are like iron-forged and he looked tall, strong, and imposing. He was indeed capable because he used to be the captain of the Red Beret. He was tempted by Old Maldini with high salary; thus, he retired from the troops and became the captain of the bodyguards.

"However, I'll have to trouble you to work harder. I'm a little sleepy because of you. I want to sleep." Everyone was numb. Captain Tu only felt a strange thing rushing into his brain, making his brain stop on the spot as if everything had stopped. Did he see a ghost? Or... see the god?! He was completely dumbfounded on the spot. For a moment, he forgot to get angry and forget everything. Until this time, a soldier couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He walked to his side and whispered, "Captain,... Using a knife and spear can’t deal with this guy... Could... could it be him... Is he really the god who destroyed the Devil Cloud Ghost City?"

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

The town's eyes and ears were all about the arrival of South British colonial soldiers in their community. The platoon marched around the village with their red uniforms buttoned with bronze and white leather strapped around them with their haversack. They were led by a captain, a young girl named Iowa Campbell. She had blonde hair braided to the side and wore a blue shawl. Instead of a rifle, the captain carried around her a sabre and a Webley revolver. The captain ordered the platoon to stop as they marched to the town's centre.

"You, go to that shack and tell that idiot to get out of there at once." The soldier nods and goes to the hut. After finishing his violent tortures, the captain approaches Chief Tao. "I wish I had more fun, but because of this damn rain I had to be quick, alright, any last words?" The captain places the dagger on Chief Tao's chest at the level of his heart. Showing a look of hatred he says "I hope you die a slow and agonizing death, you bastard." "Hmph," The captain snorts coldly ignoring his threats, slowly stabs Chief Tao.

She sipped at her coffee, realizing she had already had half of it and without any cream. "I must be more tired than I thought," she murmured to herself as she poured two servings of creamer and a sugar into the coffee cup. She usually hated the taste of plain, black coffee, but for some reason she hadn't even noticed it. She wondered if the soldier from the records room liked his coffee black. Captain. He had two parallel bars on his uniform. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember what his name tape had said. Blake had taught her to look at ranks and insignias when he had come home from basic. Wolfe. The soldier's name was Captain Wolfe.

The young soldier replied. Another soldier suddenly appeared from down the hallway. “What’s with all the yelling?” His appearance startled them in the lobby, and the young soldier immediately stood up. “Captain!” The captain was a man with his dirty olive hair slicked back, sharp jaw and high cheekbones that almost make him thin, and tan skin. He watched them with flat eyes as if assessing them. The group was silent as they stared back, not daring to speak yet. A few seconds later, the captain opened his lips. “Kasuga. Who are they?”

The General called out. The two men walked side by side with emotionless faces. Their uniforms were clean and spotless, showing off all their medals and achievements they have made during their service. The General placed a new medal to the now Captain Vega, and the two shook their hands, then he turned to Matt and placed his new medal appointing him to Major O'Donnell. Everyone applauded as they shook hands and as that part of the ceremony was finished Matt walked smiling towards Paola. “Congratulations.” She said kissing his cheek.

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”