Squad 7 Captain Novels & Stories

The profile picture was a blank grey silhouette. Still, no one spoke. The silence was deafening. "So nobody wants to admit who’s running the show?" I asked, a scoff escaping my lips. "Fine. I get it now. They all answer to you because you're the captain? Or because they're afraid of you?" I looked back at Fanny, making sure she saw the disgust in my eyes. "Let me tell you something. If you think for one second that you're going to get rid of me this easily, you are very, very wrong. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be on this squad until I decide I’m done, and that won't be anytime soon. So you’re just going to have to get used to seeing my face here for practice every single day."

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

It was the real reason why he was here. Wolf Squad. The men in his unit had been the only family he had, ever since his own parents had died years ago. They were nine men that had trusted their lives to him. They had spent two and a half tours in Afghanistan together. They had teased him that being “Wolf Six,” captain of Wolf Squad, was simply fate for the handsome Captain Wolfe. Several of them had even gotten tattoos of a wolf’s head onto their chests or biceps.

The three kids were now looking at their senior, eager to know what the older girl meant. “It’s because of the last squad member! Every squad is made up of four individuals, each of varying talents. A squad is usually made up of a gunmaster, a strategist, a physician, and a close combat specialist. But the Prince’s squad is different. They have two gunmasters- the hydra twins- the prince is the close combat specialist and the last roommate is a strategist. They have no physician!” Hearing the words of their senior, the first years were stunned. They knew how important a physician is to a team. A team without a physician was basically a lion without teeth and claws- a harmless lion. They were

Kevin asked, his voice filled with concern. His childlike face as he gobbled his food made him seem more like an innocent child than a warrior. Only the Midnight Seven knew how skilled he truly was, especially in terms of running. This was the main reason their captain, Naya, had chosen him to be part of the team, despite his slowness in other areas. “Don’t worry about them,” Sage said, taking another bite of bread. “They have to find a way to see Captain inside. That’s why we’re out here, just in case she isn’t within the West Wood Pack territory.”

Well, that is true. Eito Ries is the oldest among us. He is the leader of the squad since he knew how to handle every person on the squad. He always having the authority aura but he is as fun as we are. He is not killjoy but when we does something that he does not like, his eyes will burn and we need to take the punishment that he will do.

Frederic continues to complain while I on the other hand actually focus on patrolling. Squad 8 was chosen for the patrol along with Squad 7; we were roughly 18 Legionnaires. Squad 8 consisted of Quintus the one eyed soldier, Pal’lacon the Veteran, Frederick the glutton, Varkii who was our leader, The four poets; Kant, Darren, Stephen, Matthew and lastly, I. Squad 7 did not have a leader so for now they deferred to Varkii. If the circumstances were any different I would have been complaining along with Frederick. But the members of Squad 7 had a stern look that enveloped their eyes. They seemed to be on alert, actually watching out for something.

The sound of the lieutenant’s boots were enough to rile everyone from whatever mundane pastime they were busy with. “Officer on deck!” A sergeant called as every Voltiir in the room stood in attention. “I need Squad 11 outside. The rest of you as you were.” As if in synchronized clockwork, the rest of the platoon returned to their activities as the summoned squad went outside. The two waited as the small team of seventeen lined by the barrack’s wall. “Aten. HUT” The squad produced a crisp salute at the officers, the Captain was the main source of their decorum. “Squad 11, this is now our commanding officer Captain Aster Likaya. She will be leading us throughout the duration of the mission.”

“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.”

[MAJOR PATROL WEEK] [Morning Team: 4th Year, Squad 3] [Night Team: 5th Year, Elite Squad 1] I keep reading, checking to see who is on the Night Team. [Captain: Raphael] [Members: Raziel, Ilius, Chimera, Sphinx...] Arlo reads the names over my shoulder. "...Fuck."