Quotes About Camaraderie

My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed.

Nothing brings men closer than a common misfortune happily overcome.

Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they'd become friends.

When I ducked out, she was talking to Ana Whitney and some Roarke exec about knitting. The three of them were into it like it was their religion.

Jack clenched his teeth against the rising pain inside him. He took being team leader to heart both on and off the battlefield. The mission and his men were his responsibility. Rico, Pecos and Neil were his Delta brothers, and it killed him that he could only remember bits and pieces of what happened. They're here, DT. They're alive! Will Taylor's—aka

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop. Aw, come on, now. Butch grinned. Don't let that shower we took go to your head. Rhage fired a towel at the male. Just pointing out your beer gut's gone. It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

Ride? Rhage snorted. Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop. When there was an odd sound from behind, John looked back. So did the three Brothers. What. Xhex bristled and crossed her arms over her chest. I can laugh, you know. And that's . . . pretty damn funny. Rhage beamed. I knew I liked you.

You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all.

Rhage stepped out in front of him (JM), Hey, hi! How are you? Hollywood stuck his hand out. I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Quinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduced myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.

You almost died tonight , he wanted to say. You dumb son of a bitch, you nearly died ... and then what would we have done? And not "we" as in the Brotherhood. Not even "we" as in he and John. More like … "me".

Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come? Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all.

Vishous to Qhuinn: Listen, I gotta go. I need both hands to hold my gut as I laugh my ass off attcha. Later.

V chuckled. I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe. (Rhage)

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females? How about you get off my dick?

Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean...hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like...bus exhaust or some shit.

Rhage and Manny] "You're doing great," he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. "Don't worry about me." "Right, right…your brothers." Manny paused for a split second. "You're all right, you know that." "F*ck…that…" The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. "I'm…perfect.

After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. Your assistance has been much appreciated. Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on the shoulder again. But once more, he caught himself and smiled instead. Knock her dead, my man. Oh, no. Xcor shook his head. That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed. Members of the Brotherhood. He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.

There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, "Booga-wooga!" At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident, Butch said. Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. You broke my window. Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it. Twice. Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen. — J.R. Ward (Lover Unbound

Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?" "Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM—wait, that sounds dirty….

Don't be an asshole, the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible. Smart-ass.

Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. "Forgiven, forgotten." "Feel free to hammer me anytime." "Believe me, I do.