Footmen Wearing Special Uniforms Novels & Stories

"I've been on a mission in human territory. Some things stayed with me. I happen to like the way they dress." I twirled once, a slow, mocking movement to give him a full view of the tailoring. The guard grunted. He looked past me, up at the tall wooden structures where other guards were pacing. Just below the entrances to the different sections of the market stood guards who were sturdier and more massive than the one in front of me. They looked like mastiffs on steroids. I recognized the uniform immediately. Those were Northern Soldiers. They wore a deep, bruised purple that stood out against the grey stone and the white snow.

We can’t waste any more time. “Mom, wait!” We froze when Diana stopped us and looked at where her little hands were pointed. In front of us, a silhouette of a man appeared from behind an old, giant oak tree. He was wearing a strange kind of uniform. A white suit with gilded linings and a white plate armor on his chest, which was very unusual to see. There was something familiar in his look, but I couldn’t recall where I had seen it until Dominic made one step towards the man with a wary expression on his face.

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

asked Captain Arnold to confirm. "Yes, Captain, we understand," answered all members of the Jaguar team. Eren, Jacob, Ben, Zoya and Miyuki wear clothes with special protective equipment. They will soon start this third match. "Okay, everything is ready. Let's start the match!" said Captain Arnold encouraging the Jaguar team members. "Yeah!!" all members of the Jaguat team shouted excitedly while brandishing their assembled M16 weapons.

I will pray every night for them not to change… After a few hours of walking we are now in front of a huge arc. A lot of soldiers lined up, giving way to us. Woah. Is this Alpha Alejandro's? They are all wearing metal armor with a sharp spear on their hands. Those look legit! I was in awe while we were passing those soldiers, no one moved and no one batted an eye. That is why I made sure that I stick to the group and not make a mistake. Prevention is better than cure, they say.

Some here and some there, in different spots all along the water’s edge. Then, the merfolk walked forward, breaching the surface of the ocean. Their tails shifted to legs as they stepped out of the water and onto the sand. Many of them stayed in the knee-high water. They wore skin-tight uniforms, matching black with shimmering blue stripes. The uniform stretched down to their wrists and ankles, almost fully covering them. One merfolk stepped forward before all the rest. Ambassador Zale was dressed differently than the others. He wore a similar looking garment to what he had last night. A body suit covered in shells.

Compared to other uniforms, they did look a lot better. For men, the uniform consisted of black trousers with green stitching. For females, it was a pleated plaid black and green skirt, with two pairs of leg warmers for the colder months. The shirts were similar, other than a slightly different style between men and women. The shirt was a basic white dress shirt with a stiff collar and green buttons.

He was wearing their club’s uniform (Amontekun) which was somehow reddish in colour including the beret and the boots that he was putting on, everything was reddish in colour. There was two ropes at the shoulders of the uniform and using a blank belt on top of it, and also keeping gun inside the pocket at the back of the trouser. His dressing was so different today, even his look. He was looking so serious and not smiling at all just like a soldier; well! Amontekun were law enforcement agencies and received training like soldier just that they were local and just belong to Yoruba communities only. The guy looked around him, took his right leg to the front and started going inside. The door o

I'd always thought the joining part was unnecessary since the council chambers weren't in either house at all but below them. We'd been met on the runway by a contingent of Extinguishers, all clad in black, modern, body armor accessorized with crossbows, iron swords, and reflective sunglasses which made them look like a bunch of post-apocalyptic mercenaries. As soon as the steps lowered, they had rushed forward in that military hustle I've done myself on several occasions and formed a passage for us. They faced outward¡ªbodies tense like foxhounds searching for a scent¡ªas we raced down the stairs; Aideen between my dad and me.

The night was cold so he decided to go sit by the fire and warm up. He reached the fire burning in a metal barrel and put his hands over it while the homeless people around all stared at him like he was a lunatic because of how he was dressed. "Dude, what are you wearing, man?" One of the hobos asked. "This is a Kingsguard uniform. Only the bravest warriors earn the right to wear one of these," Phileous bragged. "Well, looks like someone's been watching too many episodes of Jumong," Another hobo joked and the others burst into laughter.