Steve X Captain Tankmen Novels & Stories

Even as I am their leader, I am not controlling them, but their shared vision of forging a better world for human and werewolves unites us. Turning to Steve, a former team leader of special forces, now my vice leader, I inquired with a mix of curiosity and authority, “Steve, who were those bastards?” Steve, his demeanor unflappable, lit a cigar and inhaled deeply. His gaze drifted to the villagers assisting with the clean-up of the bodies with our people. “They were Jared's men, tyrants seeking power over the Alpha king. Their methods were despicable – coercion, brainwashing, instilling fear. The real reason these villages struggle for self-sufficiency,” he explained with a hint of disdain.

"You're not still a virgin, are you? Wait… you've absorbed ability user energy at least once—don't tell me—hm!" He seemed to realize something and widened his eyes in surprise. "Don't say anything, Ray! Just don't!" Steve buried his face, utterly flustered. Damn… Alexander was a fake saint, but Steve truly had the potential to become one. No wonder he seemed so at home in the Zimtam Outpost. Their ideals aligned perfectly. Just then, the man following the footprints of the woman in red finally entered their view. "Ray, someone's coming!" Steve tensed.

This is my team, my players, my field and you are going to do as I say because this year we are going to get that championship title “ He pursed his lips and let his eyes glance round . “From this moment on, there is nothing like the captain titles, you will earn them, there is nothing like positions, I will place you where you play best and not where you paid best, am I understood?!” “Yes!!” “I said, am I understood?!” “Yes coach!!” We chorused louder “But Coach, what of Coach Alan” “He is gone, now, get into that fucking field!”

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

When Steve arrived at the base, he went to his private most room. No one was allowed to enter that room except his best friend Stooper whom he had given access f that room. He wanted to clean himself so that he could avoid any suspicious that he had left the pack to meet a human. When he pushed the door open, he saw his closest friend Stooper sitting on the couch as if he was waiting for him. Stooper had the same nature as Steve but not he was not as powerful as him.

Xavier explained. Steve's eyes immediately looked sharply at Harvey who was in front of him. "What?! Hey, Harvey! Are you kidding me?” Steve pretended to be angry because he wasn't happy with the explanation he had just heard, more so to get rid of Xavier's suspicions of being a member of the rescue team. Now Steve pointed hard at Harvey's chest. “I know you often suspect me, but your accusations this time are completely unreasonable. Confinement?! Geez, how could I do confinement?!”

It’s only a matter of time before I lose my shit. “Because I was obeying your order, sir. Although, he was here not long ago and he’d asked that you reach out to him as soon as you could because he can’t . He says it’s……an unusual situation.” I hang up the call and dial Steve, the accountant’s number with precision, eager to know what’s going on. He picks up on the second ring. “A word, please.” I say and end it before he can speak. Steve and his mother live in the packhouse after being rescued from one of the rogue packs we’d defeated years ago and when we found out that he’d studied accounting, he’d been working for my father and I ever since.

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.

Steve turned to his teammates as the defense prepared to take the field and yelled, "Guys, you've got to hold 'em and get the ball back! We can win this! Get the ball back in our hands!" The players stopped to stare at Steve as blood blotted out most of the number 12 on his jersey. Steve was waving his helmet and urging his teammates on. "Holy shit!" muttered Will Stevens, the captain of the defense. "That guy's giving his blood for this team. Maybe we better stop these bastards and get that ball back!"