Squad 8 Captain Novels & Stories

“If my squad beats yours in next week’s friendly, you owe me one night. Dinner. Dancing. Dealer’s choice.” Maya blinked at him. “That’s wildly inappropriate.” “Just fun,” he replied, raising his brows. “Unless you’re worried I might win?” She was about to reply probably with something scathing harsh when a shadow approached. Leo. He looked like hell. Still pale from physio, but his eyes were blazing. “Blackwood,” he said coldly. Ethan turned, grinning. “Captain. Just teasing your girl.” Leo stepped closer. “You don’t speak to her like that. Ever.”

Selene’s lips curve up faintly—not quite a smile, not quite indifference either. Everything about her is controlled. That level of control and awareness isn't common for new recruits There is something about her I am not seeing. And I don’t like not seeing things. I turn slightly to one of my captains. “Squad five,” I say quietly. He follows my gaze. “What about them?” I pause. That’s the problem. I don’t have an answer yet. “…Keep an eye on them,” I say finally. The captain nods. I look back once more.

"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."

Lace makes eye contact with me and winks, making me think that I’m going to be part of her team. Alpha Michael waits for us to quiet. “That left us with two openings on Alpha Squad. We also have another warrior, Nix, who will be going out on maternity leave soon. She has also asked to become a permanent member of the Delta Squad. So, once she returns from having her baby, she will move to the Delta Squad, leaving an opening on the C-Squad. We also had one opening on our Beta Squad this year, giving us an incredible four openings to fill for our elite teams. Thankfully, our cadets this year rose to the occasion and I’m pleased to announce that after today, Alpha Squad, Beta Squad, and C-Squad

"Guillermo, Channing, are you even men? Come on! Don't leave Mary to fight alone!" Technically, Mary wasn't entirely alone. She still had four squad captains with her. Only Team Alpha's captain, Tori, hadn't returned. Team Bravo's captain, Genevieve, Team Charlie's captain, Mandy, Team Delta's captain, Lucinda Lancaster, and Team Echo's captain, Raine Chester all survived.

Squad 7. 'Squad 7....,' the instructor started. 'Rita Zintez. Kevin Joan. Asher Frankstin. Aiden Quin.' Aiden looked at the dark haired girl that had on a cheerful smile as he approached his team. 'Hi! I'm Rita,' she laughed. He scrutinized all of them. Kevin had his arms crossed across his chest and had on a twisted facial expression. His gaze stuck on Kevin. Kevin looked at him.

His name is Zeke Santos and the sniper of the team. "What happened?" a handsome man asked. He's Evan Potter and the Team Captain. He is respected by his men deeply. He looked outside again by using the telescope. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?! IS SHE COURTING DEATH?!" another man loudly said as he felt scared for the high school girl. His name is Garry Vallens and the bomb expert of the team. "SHIT! THAT ZOMBIE IGNORE HER?!" another man cursed. His name is Tyler Swift and the strategist of the team.

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.