Squad 7 Captain Novels & Stories

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

"I'm sorry to tell you, bruh, but it's always going to be this way. All these little girls are going to grow up to do the same sh*t ; get used to it. Speaking of which, when are you going to bring your boys in?" "Not yet, Creed; let them enjoy the next few weeks at least; they're young yet." It had been decided once we accepted that this Squad thing was something we wanted to do that we'd train the next generation in what we do here. If at some point in life they decide that it's not for them, then they can walk away. I'm down with it because it's a good cause and not because asshole Mancini keeps going on about traditions and sh*t .

The maximum is four stars above the circle and if you manage to make Squad Captain, it will be underneath the circle. Making it very easy for everyone to see where you stand within the ranks of the Renegades and looking around I don’t see anyone without a star on their insignia. There is an equal amount of men and women in this Squad, but I haven’t seen their Captain yet. Whoever is leading this Squad is a force to be reckoned with and I can see his second and third in command not far from Elder Jensen.

"But I’ve been coaching hockey for thirty years, Jules. I’ve seen captains defend their rookies. I’ve seen guys fight for their teammates. But I have never, in my entire life, seen a man look at another man the way Mercer looked at you when Silas hit you. That wasn't just team loyalty." He took a slow step around the desk, his gaze piercing right through me, and my breath completely hitched in my throat. "So I’m going to ask you one time, and you better not lie to me," he whispered, the silence in the room deafening. "What the hell is going on between you and my captain?"

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

"People usually lie when they're afraid. We're not in the habit of lying. Especially to a fuckwit I won't waste the time to shit on." "That's insubordination sailor." "That's lieutenant to you and I'm here to strip your compromised ass of your title so I really don't give a fuck; general." Lo got between the two of us and damn near shoved his piece down his throat. "Don't get in his fucking face, now you have two seconds to tell me where Khalil is hiding out." There was a one second stare off. "Quinn get Admiral McCullum on the phone." I don't know if Lo was bluffing or not.

Guys who used to joke together now eyed each other sideways. This is stupid I said. We are brothers here. One mole rumor and we turn on each other? The defenseman shrugged. Rumors come from somewhere Evan. Until we find the rat sides stay drawn. Your leadership or his chaos. Pick better next time. Kade looked at me. We talk later Captain. Alone. Right now the room needs to hear you say something strong. I faced everyone. Listen. I am still your captain. We play my way because it works. But I hear the need for more fight. We add Kades edge without losing our structure. No more rumors. We focus on the ice. Practice hard. Win games. That is it.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

[ Rank 5 ] - Squad-2 (Overall Grade - 74) [Leader : Twinkle Gautam ] [ Rank 6 ] - Squad-10 (Overall Grade - 71) [Leader : John Mark ] [ Rank 7 ] - Squad-8 (Overall Grade - 66) [Leader : Raia Oberoi ] [ Rank 8 ] - Squad-7 (Overall Grade - 64) [Leader : Obahu Menk ] [ Rank 9 ] - Squad-3 (Overall Points - 51) [Leader : Amir Bose ] [ Rank 10 ] - Squad-6 (Overall Points - 20) [Leader : Martosh Walden(deceased)] [ Total No. Of Cadets - 110 ] [ Critically Injured - 4 ] [ Deaths - 10 ]

Not until we were sure that it was over. A door suddenly burst open to our left and in came the two squad captains. Skyr had no emotion on his face, but commander Dyroth was shamelessly boasting as he threw his hands in the air and yelled. “WE WON! WE BEAT SQUAD C! WE BEAT THE GENERAL’S SQUAD!” He yelled gleefully and ran towards his members who were gathered on one side. They were all praising Rachel for landing the final hit on me.