Novel & Cerita Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform

"Dinner’s almost ready." I looked at the dishes on the table. Every single one was a favorite of mine. Now, they just made me feel sick. The man in front of me wore a standard Delta warrior uniform, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. He looked so ordinary. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. "Halen, why are you just standing there?" He gently guided me into a chair, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. I coldly pushed away the plate he handed me.

I couldn't help but smile as I moved ahead in line. Soon, I collected my uniform. The uniform was neatly folded and tied with a dark velvet ribbon. As I untied it and lifted the fabric, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity. The outer robe was a deep, earthy brown—plain yet dignified—signifying that we were new initiates, still unranked in the academy's hierarchy. The material was thick but soft, perfect for the colder weather in the highlands.

Alaric quickly finished his shower, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his sculpted abs. In the past, Emerald would have been excited by the sight. But right now, her emotions were tangled. She watched as Alaric emerged from the fitting room, now dressed in a camouflage uniform and heavy military boots. Just like she had imagined. He looked even more handsome, more commanding, in the uniform. The sound of helicopter propellers echoed from the tarmac on the roof, and Alaric glanced at her, clearly torn about something he wanted to say. There was so much on his mind, but time was running out.

He said, opening his arms wide, as if he already knew that I hate sweat coming from someone. "Get away from me, Ashton." I ordered him as I flew away from his, keeping a right distance between us. He chuckled in response and crossed his arms against his chest, I noticed the black pants he was wearing, wide-legged and mostly cotton pants with buttoned flap pockets on the sides and he paired up with a grey shirt that hugged his chest. The military training uniform, there was a sign of Rosla on the side of his shirt, right on the left. "To answer your question, I'm doing fine and you?" I replied.

The scent of victory permeated the air, a testament to our unwavering determination and the strength of our unity. The battle concluded, the echoes of our triumphant roars subsided. With a collective sigh of relief, we transitioned back into our human forms. We retrieved the clothing we had stashed in our vehicles, donning shorts and t-shirts that restored a sense of normalcy after the chaos of the fight.

Dylan’s POV: We are busy testing the powers of the silver fox when a group of angel soldiers arrived on the scene. One of them is dressed differently from the rest of the military troops and from what I can tell, he possesses the highest rank in the military. His armor is gold-plated, unlike the others who wore silver armor. He carries badges that are pinned on his armor which stated his achievements from the previous wars. He wore a crimson red robe that I think serves no purpose but he did look so damn cool with it as if he is really in authority and has the power to control the situation.

Her teammate read on her face that something was wrong. "There was a talented man," she began hesitantly. Everything in her contracted to shut out the strange feelings so that they would not completely take hold of her. “But he was one of the others. At least he was wearing one of their uniforms, the one with the golden inverted triangle. " Row's expression darkened. "He must have a pretty high rank if he wore them!" "Or will carry!" Thought Aurelia to herself. “I think he's one of the top bodyguards! The uniform was admiral blue. And ... he had one of the stones ... He looked very strong. "

I had almost forgotten about him even. He was dressed in a school uniform, even though it looked different from all the other male uniforms. His looked more stylish and wasn’t a simple dark green and white color combination like all the other uniforms I have seen. His had traces of gold embroidered in it, along with a gold and black embroidered patch on his left breast pocket.

Zoe immediately deviated from the tailor. I rolled my eyes as she walked into the room to inspect Ilario. He still had his arms stretched out and legs slightly apart with pins in his burgundy and black jacquard blazer and black pants. It was a vague tradition that the ranked members had to follow. Alpha and Luna rank the ceremonial clothes must include gold. Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red.

King's hand slides across my shoulder causing me to turn. Comfort and strength show in his striking blue eyes. He's dressed in military fatigues in place of his usual "tear you apart" Shadow Warrior gear. The fatigue shirt stretches at the seams trying to cover his broad chest and shoulders. I prefer his leather chest straps for their practicality, and to be perfectly honest, they show his muscles to their best advantage. Today we're dressed in outpost military attire and covered from ankle to shoulder. If we shift to our Warrior forms, the material will shred and our Beasts won't care if we're nude. I spent too many years thinking I was human to want to show my naked bits and pieces to the