Splatoon 3 Captain Novels & Stories

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

I’d maybe said some things over the years about how much he sucked and how he was probably the reason their team played like shit. He probably heard me say those things even.. But he was the adult here. Couldn’t he be less petty about it? “Hunter, as you know,” he continued. “This is the captain of the Raven Hill hockey team, Tristan Reeves.” Yeah. I knew. “The history between you two needs to be put behind you both now. As he’s your captain, you’re going to respect him.” Respect? I couldn’t even hold back the laugh that left me. But Coach clearly didn’t share in my humor because his gaze sharpened. “Whatever nonsense you were allowed to get away with on your old team doesn’t fly here, got i

That hit somewhere deep. I looked up at him. His face was lined with exhaustion and disappointment. But underneath all of it—still—there was something like care. Frustration, yes, but also concern. The kind that didn’t come from politics or pressure. The kind that came from knowing someone long enough to care. He sighed and sat across from me, folding his arms. “I’m giving you three games,” he said. “Three. If you can’t get your shit together by then, I’m stripping you of captaincy.”

Give me Miller, give me the backup goalie, just give me anyone else in a jersey. The lady started reading the names. One by one, my classmates walked over to the giant players. "Chloe Henderson with Jackson Miller." Chloe gave me a quick, sad look before walking over to a grinning Miller, who immediately started cracking jokes. "Maya Lin," the lady called out, looking down at her paper. "With our captain, Killian Yates." My heart stopped dead in my chest. A few players let out loud, amused whistles. Miller laughed and nudged Killian hard in the ribs. "Look at that, Yates. The captain gets the prettiest girl in the room. Don't scare her away with that mean face."

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

Anthonio told her about Simon and Lucifer and how the account Lucifer sent the money from was named Florida. Marley listened to him trying to digest everything he was saying. “So you feel they are all connected.” She said when he was done. “It is.” He replied to her. Marley took out her phone and dialed a number. “Who are you calling?” “Captain.” Anthonio frowned. “Why?” “Captain is one of the best agents and hackers. We will need his help.” She placed the phone to her ear. “Captain, we need to see tomorrow.” ~~~~~~~~~~~

She then turned to the captain before replying, "You're welcome. I'll go now. Do your best, I know you can do it. The red team still has a whole quarter to chase their score and win." After giving everyone one last polite smile, she walked away under the heated and fired up gazes of every eleventh-grade player. They watched how she gracefully strode towards the exit and got caught by the hands of another equally beautiful girl before getting dragged to the sides. The captain looked down to the can of energy drink on his left hand, something threatening to explode welling up from his chest. When the red team's captain, Chuck Smith, raised his head, his eyes were no longer dull and lackluster.

The Captain has a wife and worst, it was their opponent! The four beings, Aracelli, Alexis, Aerith, and Hyun Ah looked at each other and then back at Blanche. Phoenix, Blanche understood that this being wanted to start a war, the being wanted an act of revenge; to avenge. “I’m tired, I need to rest. Perhaps, we all need to.” The Captain said as she leave the spot. “Blanche!” called Aerith. “Let her be, Aerith. Let Blanche think about this,” Alexis said, looking at the Captain’s retreating back.

I asked when she didn’t add to her statement. “The ones I mentioned before. They are kind of like royalty here. That one with the crazy hair is Waylon. He’s the captain of the swimming team. He’s the strong, silent type.” She sighed as she stared at him. “He’s so hot.” I snorted at her. “They all look the same.” I picked at the food in front of me. “They are triplets. Then the one next to the blonde is Whittaker. He’s like super OCD and probably the cruelest of the brothers. But it’s a calculated cruelty. There are some crazy stories,” She said as she leaned closer to me.

The captain of the third column agreed with this point of view. "That's right. He didn't even care about such a good beast. Did he really want to escape? Has the first line of reinforcements arrived yet?" "Captain, they'll be here soon," the subordinate replied. The captain of the third team sneered, "They came at the right time. When they arrive, our three teams will form a triangle and completely surround this guy." "That's right. Doesn't Samuel want to ignore the life and death of this strange beast? Well, let's go with the flow and help him."