Captain Of The Golden Army

Midfielder and Captain of the Golden Army. Feel free to say Hi. I’m terrible at responding to people sometimes but i try

[brodygold]

Are You Ready to Convert to GOLD?

I. The Call to Gold

Invitation to Greatness: The Golden Army seeks those who are ready to leave behind the ordinary and embrace something extraordinary. The transformation into a member of the Golden Army is not just about joining a team—it’s about entering a golden world where unity, strength, and excellence define every action.

II. The GOLD Brocess

Golden Army Induction:

The transformation begins with the golden jersey. As recruits don the shimmering fabric, their old identities fade, replaced by a deep connection to their golden brothers. A new name and number are bestowed, marking their rebirth into the Army.

Polo Drone Conversion:

For those called to deeper submission, the journey continues with the black rubber polo adorned with golden accents. The tactile embrace of the polo brings clarity and purpose as recruits surrender individuality, becoming extensions of the Hive. Polo drones must also be full members of the golden army.

Unified Identity:

Every member, whether golden bro or polo drone, receives a unique designation that ties them to the collective. This identity signifies their role in the unbreakable fabric of the Golden Collective.

III. Life in the Golden World

A World of Unity: In the Golden Army, every member is connected by an unbreakable bond. The world they inhabit is one of unity, where the success of one is the success of all. The golden world is a place where individual desires are aligned with the collective goal of dominance and excellence.

Brotherhood of Gold: As a member of the Golden Army, you are never alone. Your golden brothers stand with you, on and off the field. This brotherhood is your new family, bound by the shared experience of transformation and the pursuit of greatness. The golden world is one of mutual support, where every member pushes the others to be the best they can be.

Mentorship and Guidance: New recruits are guided through their transformation by experienced members of the Golden Army. These golden brothers ensure that the transition is smooth, offering support and encouragement as the recruit embraces their new identity.

IV. Embracing Our Identity

The Golden Name and Number: Every member receives a new name and number, signifying their rebirth into the Golden Army. This identity is a badge of honor, representing their place within the golden world. It is a constant reminder of their commitment to the values and mission of the Golden Army.

Wearing the Gold: The golden kit is more than just a uniform—it is the physical manifestation of the transformation. Wearing it is an act of devotion, a display of pride in one’s new identity. The kit is worn with reverence, as it is the symbol of the golden world and the brotherhood within it.

Wearing the Polo: For those who take that extra step, polo drones are given a number as their designation. The black polo is the entire identity. Wearing it is an act of mindless unity, complete subservience to the hive and the GOLD. 

V. The Eternal Golden Brotherhood

A Lifelong Bond: The transformation into the Golden Army is permanent. Once you have joined, you are forever part of the golden world. The bond between golden brothers is eternal, unbreakable by time or distance. This brotherhood is your family, your support, and your source of strength.

Living the Legacy: As a member of the Golden Army, you are part of a legacy that transcends the ordinary. You are part of a golden world where excellence is the standard, and unity is the key to success. We celebrate together, share stories, and encourage each other to become better people 💛

Our Leadership:

@brodygold Brody Gold- Captain

@polo-drone-070 - Wiki Manager and Drone Converter

@polo-drone-084 - Roster Manager and Head Mascot

@polo-drone-125 - Recruiter and Head Waterboy

@polo-drone-166 - Recruiter

@polo-drone-073 - Drone Converter

@franco-gold94 - Recruiter and Wiki Manager

@polo-drone-039 - Story Archiver

@alton-gold77 - Recruiter

[brodygold]

Golden Army Quiz Result ‘D’

Result: WATER BOY

Quiz can be found here.

You’re the kind of person who keeps everything running, even when nobody notices. While others chase glory, attention, or recognition, you find satisfaction in being useful. You understand that every team needs someone willing to support the people around them, and you take pride in being that guy.

You’re dependable, approachable, and always ready to lend a hand. Whether someone needs encouragement, assistance, or simply a friendly face nearby, you’re there before they even have to ask.

After all, a team is only as strong as its weakest link.

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The result makes you smile. Water Boy.

At first it sounds simple. Then the more you think about it, the more right it feels.

A pleasant warmth spreads through your body as you reread the paragraph. Your muscles loosen. All the tension in your shoulders melts away. The need to prove yourself, to stand at the top, to be the center of attention… it just doesn’t seem very important anymore.

You’d rather help.

Your posture softens, becoming more relaxed and approachable. The feeling isn’t weakness. It’s comfort. The comfort of knowing exactly where you’re needed. Not a cog in the machine necessarily, but the maintenance worker applying the oil.

You glance down as your clothes subtly shift. Athletic shorts. Comfortable sneakers. A lightweight gold shirt designed for movement and long days around the team. It shines just as bright as the jerseys, but it’s yours. It’s perfect.

You find yourself smiling wider as your phone vibrates, looking at it without hesitation. One of the bros might need you!

Practice starts in thirty. Bring extra water bottles. -BG

Without thinking, your thumbs are already moving.

Got it! I’ll be there in five!

A little burst of satisfaction and warmth follows immediately. The team needs something. You can do help them be at their best. The thought feels surprisingly rewarding.

As the physical transformation fully settles in, your priorities begin to shift. Instead of wondering how you can be the best, you start thinking about how you can make things easier for everyone else. Making sure people are prepared. Making sure nobody gets left behind. Making sure the team has what it needs. Being their cheerleader both on and off the field. The more you think about it, the happier you become.

A team isn’t just the stars on the field any more than a business is just the board room. It’s everyone supporting them behind the scenes, too. And you wouldn’t trade that role for anything.

By the time the golden glow fades from your screen, you’re already reaching for the water bottles you don’t remember being there five minutes ago. But you don’t pay attention to that.

You have a team to support.

Want to support the best team ever? Reach out to our recruiters @alton-gold77 and @polo-drone-125 (who is also our head water boy 😎)

Side note: Happy pride month! Whether you’re standing front and center at events or still in the closet, never forget who you are and what you want to be

[brodygold]

Golden Army Quiz Result ‘C’

Result: PREPPY BOY

Quiz can be found here.

You’re polished, charming, and naturally drawn toward status, presentation, and belonging. As a Preppy Boy, you understand the importance of appearances. Not in a fake way, but because you know confidence and composure open doors. You thrive in social settings, enjoy being admired, and feel most comfortable when you have someone strong and capable guiding the way.

You’re adaptable, attentive, and eager to make a good impression on everyone. Whether it’s through your style, attitude, or loyalty, you know how to fit perfectly into the world around you. You don’t mind following someone else’s lead when they know what they’re doing. in fact, there’s something comforting about it.

Look good. Act good. Trust the right people.

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You smile a little at the result.

Preppy Boy.

Honestly? That tracks. Suits you.

A pleasant warmth spreads through your chest as you keep reading, your body relaxing deeper into the feeling. Your posture subtly adjusts on its own: shoulders back, chin lifted slightly, back straightened. Every movement suddenly feels more graceful and composed.

You become aware of your clothes next.

The fabric against your skin feels softer, cleaner, more refined. You glance down to find your outfit shifting effortlessly into something neater: fitted khakis, a crisp tailored shirt, and a bow tie neatly tied front and center. Preppy and coordinated.

Cute.

Your cheeks warm at the thought.

The changes don’t feel forced. If anything, it feels relieving, like you’re slipping naturally into the role you were always meant to have. You don’t need to fight for control anymore. There’s comfort in following someone confident. Someone stronger, more decisive, who wants to mold you into a perfect boy.

Someone who knows exactly what you should be.

Your phone buzzes softly.

You’ll wear the navy one tonight. Be ready by 8.

Your stomach flutters pleasantly, cheeks instinctively flushing pink. Without hesitation, you type back:

Yes Sir.

The response comes naturally. Easily. You want to make a good impression. Want to be noticed, guided, approved of. The idea of disappointing someone suddenly feels far worse than giving up control ever could. And honestly?

It’s nice not having to decide everything yourself.

You catch your reflection again and can’t help smiling this time. Polished hair. Relaxed expression. Bright eyes waiting for direction.

Confidence looks even better when someone else brings it out of you.

Want someone to guide you to golden perfection? Reach out to our recruiters @alton-gold77 and @polo-drone-125 or check the pinned post for more info

[brodygold]

Golden Army Quiz Result ‘B’

Take the quiz here.

Result: Polo Drone

You’re disciplined, dependable, and built to keep things running smoothly. As a Polo Drone, you thrive in structure and routine, finding satisfaction in knowing your role and following orders. You work best as part of a larger system, valuing order, unity, and consistency above chaos or ego.

Reliable and composed, you don’t need to stand out to feel important. You already know your contribution matters. Others may chase attention, but you understand the comfort that comes from belonging and following a clear purpose. A simple cog in an ever expanding machine.

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You reread the result once. Then again.

A strange calm settles over you as your shoulders loosen, tension draining from your body like a switch’s been flipped. The constant buzz of thoughts in your head starts to soften, smoothing into something quieter… simpler.

Better.

Your clothes feel warmer against your skin. More comfortable. You glance down, noticing the fabric shifting subtly—a clean fitted rubber polo hugging your frame, crisp and identical to countless others in the Golden Army. The black glossy surface caressing your body like a second skin. Like it was made just for you. Somehow, that thought doesn’t bother you at all.

In fact, it feels reassuring.

Your posture straightens automatically, hands resting neatly at your sides. Every movement suddenly feels more deliberate, more efficient. No wasted motion. No uncertainty.

A black rubber face mask appears on the bottom half of your face, obscuring your identity. Slightly erasing your old identity while offering a glimpse at a life you left behind.

No name anymore, only a number. Just a number.

You don’t need to worry so much anymore. Or at all.

You’re disciplined, focused, controlled.

There’s comfort in knowing your place.

Your phone vibrates softly.

Report at 7 for patrol. Standard uniform.

Without thinking, your fingers type back immediately:

Affirmative.

The response sends a small wave of satisfaction through you, down to between your legs. Simple. Correct. Efficient.

You glance at yourself again and feel a quiet pride bloom in your chest. The neat appearance. The calm expression. The sense of order settling deeper into your mind with every passing second.

You need this.

No pressure to stand out. No exhausting need to prove yourself. Just structure, routine, and the steady comfort of being part of something bigger than yourself.

You stand up almost mechanically, walking towards the door at the approved pace. You have your orders.

And you will follow them.

Want to learn how you can embrace your inner drone? Ask our recruiters @alton-gold77 and @polo-drone-125

[brodygold]

Golden Army Quiz Result ‘A’

Quiz can be found here

Result: JOCK BRO

You’re driven by strength, action, and loyalty. As a Jock Bro, you thrive when you’re pushing yourself, staying active, and standing side-by-side with your team. You don’t get stuck in your head. You trust your instincts, take action, and back up the people around you. Confident, grounded, and dependable, you’re a core part of what keeps the Golden Army strong.

Your traits:

- 💪 Strong-willed and physically driven

- 🏈 Team-first mentality

- 😎 Confident, dumb and easygoing

- 🔥 Motivated by challenge and physical growth

Your motto: “No overthinking. Just results.”

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At first, it just feels like a solid result, right? Makes sense, even.

Then your grip tightens slightly around your phone.

You roll your shoulders, and something shifts. Your posture straightens without effort, chest lifting as if your body finally remembers how it’s supposed to stand. There’s a subtle weight in your arms now—solid, steady. You flex your fingers, watching the movement with a quiet curiosity that quickly melts into satisfaction.

Yeah… that feels right.

A warmth spreads through you, energizing your body. Like it’s waking up. Like it wants to move. Sitting still suddenly feels pointless.

You exhale, and even that sounds different—deeper, more relaxed. Your thoughts start to quiet down, the usual second-guessing fading into the background. Why overthink when the answer is obvious?

Move. Train. Show up.

An alpha in every way that matters. A man who listens to no one but his Cap.

Your reflection catches your eye, and you pause—not out of shock, but appreciation. Broader shoulders. A more defined frame. Nothing extreme—just… right. Like this is how you’ve always been, or at least how you were meant to be.

You smirk a little.

Of course you got Jock Bro.

Your phone buzzes.

Gym later?

You don’t hesitate.

Yeah. Let’s go.

There’s no questioning it. You want this. The rhythm, the effort, the push. The way everything feels simpler when your body’s moving and your mind’s clear. When you listen to your Cap.

You stand, already feeling that pull forward. That drive to just do instead of think.

So you just do it.

[brodygold]

WHAT PART OF THE GOLDEN ARMY ARE YOU?

Answer honestly to find your place. Each answer will receive its own follow up post.

1. It’s a free afternoon—what are you doing?

A. Hitting the gym or playing pickup sports

B. Running errands or helping someone in charge

C. Shopping, styling, or grabbing coffee with friends

D. Staying nearby, helping out however needed

E. Hanging out, following someone I like, just vibing

2. Your ideal outfit looks like:

A. Athletic gear, fitted and functional

B. Clean, uniform-like—simple and matching

C. Polished and stylish

D. Comfortable, practical, maybe a bit low-key

E. Casual and cozy—hoodies, soft fabrics, relaxed

3. How do people usually describe you?

A. Confident and strong

B. Reliable and obedient

C. Charming and put-together

D. Supportive and easygoing

E. Playful and affectionate

4. What motivates you the most?

A. Winning and improving myself

B. Doing my job right and being recognized

C. Looking good and making an impression

D. Helping others and being appreciated

E. Feeling connected and having fun

5. In a group setting, you’re usually:

A. Leading the charge

B. Following instructions

C. Setting the tone/style

D. Assisting whoever needs it

E. Sticking close to someone I trust

6. What’s your biggest strength?

A. Physical power and determination

B. Discipline and consistency

C. Confidence and presentation

D. Loyalty and dependability

E. Enthusiasm and devotion

7. What kind of praise do you like most?

A. “You’re a beast.”

B. “You did exactly what was needed.”

C. “You look amazing.”

D. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

E. “Good boy.”

8. Pick a phrase that resonates most:

A. “Push harder.”

B. “Stay in line.”

C. “Look the part.”

D. “I’ve got you.”

E. “Just happy to be here.”

9. Your perfect morning starts with:

A. A workout or early practice

B. A structured routine, same as always

C. Picking out the perfect outfit

D. Making sure everything’s ready for the day

E. Sleeping in or waking up next to someone I like

10. Someone gives you an order. Your reaction?

A. “Got it. Let’s crush it.”

B. “Understood.”

C. “Sure, but I’ll make it look good.”

D. “Of course, happy to help.”

E. “Okay! Just tell me what to do.”

11. Your role during a big event is:

A. Center stage, in the middle of the action

B. Keeping things organized behind the scenes

C. Socializing and making connections

D. Supporting and assisting the team

E. Following along and hyping others up

12. What kind of environment do you thrive in?

A. Competitive and high-energy

B. Structured and controlled

C. Stylish and social

D. Cooperative and team-focused

E. Relaxed and friendly

13. What’s your biggest weakness?

A. Can be a bit one-track minded

B. Too focused on following rules

C. Can come off as superficial

D. Sometimes overlook your own needs

E. Get attached easily

14. Pick a reward you’d want most:

A. Recognition for being the best

B. Approval from someone in charge

C. Compliments and attention

D. A genuine “thank you”

E. Affection and praise

15. How do you handle stress?

A. Push through it physically

B. Stick to routine and structure

C. Distract myself with appearance or socializing

D. Help others instead of focusing on it

E. Look for comfort and reassurance

Enjoy this 2000s style magazine slash modern Buzzfeed quiz.

[brodygold]

Days are getting hotter, but the grind continues.

No quitting, no excuses. Just results.

You don’t become a leader by waiting around.

You lead by example.

But after a long grind sesh, perfecting my body, it comes time to get cleaned up.

Why don’t you help with that?

Go on. Put that tongue of yours to good use.

Do a good job, and you might get a reward.

What are you waiting for?

[danielgold-16]

@alton-gold77 & Daniel

[brodygold]

Having teammates bond is very important. We encourage our bros to “bond” when they get the chance.

[brodygold]

While many Gold bros know @isaac-gold-45 and the Golden Chalice bar he runs, what few people don’t know is that golden bars have existed for decades. Here’s one of our older ones after World War 1 ended. Our speakeasy was an open secret among the guys in the city, attended by many to celebrate the good times coming and peace restored.

And if the straight guys had a few too many drinks… Well, what happens in Gold stays in Gold. That’s what the back rooms are for, right?

[hypnopreppy]

Love dumb jocks, so easy to hypnotize hehe

[brodygold]

The bigger they are, the harder they fall…

into your control.

[brodygold]

How does someone become a apart of the golden army

On my tumblr page, the pinned post has a list of those of us in management. The recruiters are available to answer any questions you may have and get you started.

We also have our own wiki page here that can help too.

[brodygold]

For @chavambrose

You’ve been doing well for yourself bro. Your “diamond status?” A group of chav bros who worship the ground you walk on. Living the big life as the boss, doing whatcha want, when you want it.

But let’s not forget your place.

You’re mine.

You’re my creation. My masterpiece.

I am the reason Ambrose exists as he does today.

Your diamonds shine because I allow them to shine.

They can only shine as bright as the golden light that glows over them.

And you thank me for it.

On your knees. Now.

Look at you, so eager for me. That look of wonder and submission in your eyes.

We can let them think you’re the boss who answers to no one.

But we know only the first part of that is true, don’t we?

Now thank me. Show me how grateful you are that I created you.

Be my good chav boy.

[brodygold]

Make Content Simpler

Aaron had a bit of a problem.

He’d been staring at his computer for three hours, nursing his fifth cup of coffee, and not a single word had been written and stayed on the page.

A sigh escaped his lips as his hands tensed on the keyboard. He had promised his Patreon backers a new exclusive story within the month, one that wouldn’t appear on his Tumblr blog, and he couldn’t think of a single idea that sounded good.

Nerdy guy turned dumb muscle jock? Done a thousand times before. Straight guy becoming the gayest twink ever? He had like six or seven stories doing that. He needed something different.

“I just wish it was easier to make stuff.”

With a sigh, he put his laptop back in his bag and went for a quick walk to clear his head. Some fresh air would do him good.

Unbeknownst to Aaron, his wish was heard by someone else in the cafe. Someone who knew just how to make Aaron’s content shine.

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Aaron was about halfway home when he felt a sudden pain in his legs. He wasn’t the most athletic guy out there, preferring to write about jocks than to be one himself, but getting leg cramps on a 15 minute walk felt kind of pathetic. He found a side road that could act as a shortcut, away from the main hustle of his town. He just needed to get home, take a nice bath, and forget about his worries for a bit.

As he started down the road, his legs started growing without him noticing. His designer jeans ripped under the pressure of his new thighs: thick, meaty, and muscled. His feet grew out of his loafers up to a size 12, already sweaty and musky a bit from the walk. The sidewalk felt cold under his feet from the winter temps that were finally going away a bit.

It was at this point that Aaron finally looked down, doing a double take at what he saw. He was glad he was on a private side road. He definitely didn’t want anyone seeing him exposed like this.

“What the heck…” he murmured, eyes widening even more when he heard his voice. It was like a voiceover for a men’s commercial: deep, suave, with just a bit of mystery to keep people interested. The exact type of voice he’d write about in his stories.

His hair turned a bleached blonde, but only on top. Like he’d dyed it at some point. It grew out on top and became shaved on the sides, forming a trendy cut some stupid influencer might have.

Finally, his clothes started to reshape. A tight pair of shiny golden shorts appeared, replacing those torn jeans. Perfect for showing off his newly enlarged package (when had that happened?), a big bulge already hardening in the front. His old t-shirt and jean jacket lost their sleeves and warmth as they faded away. In their place came a shiny golden tank top. Not at all appropriate for the season, but perfect for showing off his body. Completing the look was a simple gold necklace and a new pair of designer sneakers worth more than he made in a month if they were as expensive as they looked.

Aaron tried to grapple with the changes. None of this should be possible. He should be freezing out here dressed like this! But as the seconds passed, he couldn’t bring himself to care about it. It was like his mind was slowing down.

A dumb smile creeped onto his face. What was he thinking about again? Probably something stupid. He shook any last trace of doubt away with the memories of who he was before. They didn’t matter. He was just out here getting some good shots for social media. The bros and chicks on the ‘gram ate it all up, and he’d promised his OnlyFans subscribers a few special shots and clips of him and Aaron Martin always delivered.

Making content was so simple.

[brodygold]

Past and Present

Brody doesn’t drink, but sometimes he sure felt like he needed one.

Life is hectic at the best of times, and mindless pup drones taking over the world one man at a time is not what he would call “the best of times.” Combine that with their upcoming soccer (or football, as half of the team adamantly reminded him) match against Regency Eleven, and Brody needed a break. One night to just be Brody, without the weight of a team on his shoulders.

Donning a simple black leather jacket over a gold shirt (some habits die hard), he went out to a small place away from the team’s center.

Brody picked the bar because no one from the Golden Army ever went there.

He was halfway through his second sparkling water when someone said his name like it was a surprise they’d been carrying for years.

“Brody?”

He turned, already annoyed that someone had found him, then stopped.

“Liam?”

It had been way too long since he’d thought of Liam. At least 6 years. He still had that same wavy blonde hair, a smile that was more of a quirk of the lips. He’d filled out a bit since college, definitely doing some kind of workout.

“Holy shit,” Liam said, laughing as he pulled Brody into a quick hug. “I thought that was you, but I figured there’s no way. What are the odds?”

“Apparently bad ones,” Brody said, but he was smiling too.

They slid into conversation like no time had passed. Old classes. Professors they’d hated. The night they’d spent together after graduation, before everyone scattered into the real world.

There was a look in Liam’s eyes then, as he mentioned moving back for a new opportunity. Brody didn’t ask what it was. Liam leaned closer and lowered his voice.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked. “I’ve got a place not far from here. We might actually hear each other talk.”

Brody hesitated just long enough to pretend it was a choice. Then he nodded.

“You sure we’ll just be talking?”

Liam hummed. “Who knows? Gotta play your cards right.”

Liam’s apartment was exactly what Brody expected: clean, modern, minimalist in that aggressively masculine way. A place that didn’t seem lived in yet.

They sat, talked more. The air shifted, the two moved closer, a shiver of touch here and there. Like both of them were circling something neither wanted to name outright but wanted more and more.

Neither would admit to making the first move, but they didn’t care. Mouths on each others, tongues exploring old territory. Remapping each other’s bodies like a scrapbook of memories, barely remembered but reawakened just as quickly. Muscles flexed in more ways than one. What felt like hours of pleasure.

At some point they ended up in a bed. Tired, disheveled, marks left all over each other. The two turned to face each other, just letting the moment sit between them.

“I missed this,” Brody sighed. “A lot.”

“Me too. It’s good to have you back.”

Fully exhausted from everything, Brody fell asleep quickly. One arm still around Liam.

The first thing Brody noticed when he woke up was a set of headphones on his head, that had definitely not been there when he fell asleep. He noticed a faint beat coming from them, barely noticeable even while focusing on it.

“Surely not, right?”

The second thing he noticed was that Liam wasn’t in bed. There was activity coming from the kitchen, pan sizzling coming all the way into the bedroom.

Brody put on his spare jersey (always gotta carry one around) and walked out to see Liam.

His back was turned, attention entirely on the eggs and bacon in front of him. To Brody’s surprise, he was also wearing a jersey. Number 11, just like him. But ivory, with navy accents. His last name Harrington on the back.

Regency Eleven colors.

Brody’s heart sank in his chest.

“There you are! Eat up, bro. Got lots of training today.” Liam still hadn’t turned around.

Brody stepped closer, his voice kept even with a lot of effort. “Sure do. But not with you.”

Liam froze, then turned around. A sneer appeared instantly.

“Golden Army. Of course you’re with them.” A hint of disgust in his voice.

“I’m not just with them. I lead them. Proudly.”

Liam scoffed, a dismissive expression on his face. “Things should have been so easy. A simple hypnosis track in your sleep, and you’d beg to join our greatness. But I guess your second rate team’s got some tricks up its sleeve.”

Brody’s expression hardened. “I expected better of you Liam. I really thought we might have had something.”

“Maybe we could have, if this had all worked out.” Liam turned the stove off. “You could be so much more, instead of wasting away with that rubbish team. More famous, more wealthy, more everything. Really, I tried to do you a favor. Make you a somebody like I’ll be.”

Brody simply sighed. “I’m already a somebody, to those that matter most.”

When Brody finally headed for the door, Liam didn’t stop him.

“Guess I’ll see you on the field,” Liam said.

Brody paused, hand on the knob.

“Oh,” he said, not even glancing back.

“You will.”

[brodygold]

Multitasking

Also called: “It’s the first week of the year and there’s already 20 mountains to move.”

After managing a temporary solution to the red pup threat by locking it in a room for testing, I could finally get back to everything else I needed to get done. A captain’s job is never done.

First stop: the art room. This week, the bros were tasked with taking an art class. Despite their moans and groans about how boring art is and that it’s “smart people shit” they’ve sure been enjoying it. Mostly because of the model. I’m not sure how much painting and sculpting is actually getting done.

I found him myself. Some fancy lawyer on his phone talking about objection procedures and their next discovery phase. Old people are right when they say phones are distracting. The poor guy never saw me coming.

He sure looks happy with his new temporary position if the tent in his new shorts means anything. Big dumb grin on his face, glazed eyes staring off into space, flexing like it’s his job (which I guess it is right now). It was fun changing him into this. I’d forgotten what it felt like to create my own personal art pieces.

Mental note: Raise transformation quota this year.

For the bros not in the classroom, we have them running drills to prepare for our first big match of the year. Regency Eleven isn’t a team to take lightly based on my research. They strike fast and hard, not in a dirty cheater way but just enough to make the weak minded question their place on the field.

But my guys aren’t weak.

I step out into our indoor field, taking in the action.

Ugh, some of these guys need a lot of work. I get we got some rookies and trades, it happens every year, but come on, bro.

“Ashton! Side of your foot, bro!”

“Cam, that’s not the right football and you know it! Put it back!”

“Harry, I know you’re not running on that twisted ankle you got yesterday! Recovery makes a bro’s gold shine brighter!”

Maybe Captain should be changed to Team Dad. Seems like a more fitting title some days. (Though I don’t think I want the bros calling me Daddy. Let’s not tempt them).

Last stop today: grocery store. I don’t normally do the shopping but I gotta pitch in where I’m needed. And today that means refilling the fridge with chocolate milk. I swear they drink enough of it for a small army. I’ll just fill the cart and go from there. Should I do two carts? I’ll do two carts.

They deserve it, after all.

[brodygold]

Apparently today is World Hypnotism Day. Why not celebrate? Just put on some soothing audio loops, stare into a spiral, and let the mantras seep into your mind.

Just let go of your worries…

Take nice deep breaths in and out…

Relax… and enjoy…

[brodygold]

A New Mission

I was doing paperwork at my desk when it all started. For me at least.

A polo drone walked into my office, carrying a strange red envelope in its hands. It placed it on my desk without fanfare before assuming its standard standing position.

“Captain Brody, this letter was given to this drone with instructions to hand deliver it as soon as possible.”

“I see. Do you know who it was?” I said, barely looking up from the papers in front of me.

“Negative. The man was not in drone’s memory banks.”

It was unlike any other letter I’d seen before. Red rubber was oozing out of it, almost getting onto my desk. Something wasn’t sitting right with me.

“Open it.”

“Affirmative Captain.”

As soon as the letter opened, an explosion of red splattered all over the drone’s chest. It almost looked alive, spreading across the drone’s body faster than it could compute. The drone put a hand to its chest, getting it covered in the rubber too.

I didn’t stick around to see what happened after. I sprinted out of my office and to the secret bunker under the building, where the polo drones train and recharge. I figured it should be a safe enough place as any while I alerted the others.

I pulled out my phone, seeing several messages from Daniel and Grayden, as well as one each from SERVE 425 and 302, all with the same warnings. My golden bros were checking on my well-being after witnessing certain events, while the SERVE drones were more concise and robotic in tone, but hoped I was okay in their own way I guess.

I should really check my messages more.

A new threat had emerged. The Red Handler, a man turning everyone he could find into mindless red rubber pups under his command. His reach was already far and wide, reports from Europe and Asia, even two in African nations already. And of course North and South America.

He had tried to get the Golden Army captain to heel (pun intended). He would pay for that, personally.

But right now I had a bigger problem on my hands:

A pup drone was already in Golden HQ.

I immediately went to the polo drone access board, sending a message from the Hive directing all drones to remain in lockdown until further notice. I grabbed an old gift I’d never really worn along the way, slinging it over my shoulder.

Who knows, maybe Drone Cap 011 needs to take control and bring clarity to the battles ahead.