Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform Novels & Stories

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at my reflection. The uniform had just arrived this morning, shiny black pants, a buttoned tunic stitched with silver thread along the collar, and a family name sewn over the left breast. The name of the Silver Wolf Pack. My family’s name too. The future Alpha’s uniform. My chest and throat tightened.

His skin was darker tan and he had big onyx eyes filled with mirth. He was also wearing Shouha themed windlet uniform which comprised of light brown shirt for tops with two pockets on the chest. He was also wearing ¾ sized pants in dark brown color which ends were slipped into a pair of dark brown boots. His outfit was the same as Darrion, minus the ¾ sized pants and boots, as Darrion was wearing a pants that’s just slightly past his knees and he kept his lightweight shoes. Mika and Kotori also wore this kind of brown themed outfits, but Mika was wearing shoes with short heels. Their outfits were actually simple except two people, Gilbert and Saburo.

He crouches in front of me, knitting his fingers together while resting his elbows on his knees. “Your uniform looks stupid,” I grumble. “I’ve been told women love men in uniform.” “You look like an underfed dragon.” It’s true, in my defense. Black, thick fabric envelopes him from his neck to the tips of his toes–every inch of him covered in strange scales of a depthless onyx. Leather armor covers his chest, forearms, and thighs. It hugs them like a glove, which makes sense, given that all of this is possible because of a pair of black gloves.

His reflection greeted him in the mirror — tired eyes, defined cheekbones, a face too serious for his age. He looked to the bed, where a set of clothes waited for him. His new uniform. The colors of Caelron Academy — dark charcoal, with silver-lined seams and a deep navy sash. The fabric shimmered subtly in the light, magically reinforced but light as silk. He pulled it on slowly, piece by piece—snug, formal, and far too clean. The cloak draped over his shoulders like a symbol he hadn’t earned yet. A fresh start. That’s what they’d promised him.

They press the fabric to its limit. He’s wearing a midnight blue tunic with a high collar edged in gold piping. The golden braided cords draped over his right shoulder show his strength and military rank.

I turned my eyes back to Marcus and the warriors, seeing the light dimming down as their forms reappeared before us again. Gasps sounded, coming from me and our friends, as we saw them dressed in silver-white clothes, covering every inch of their bodies. They were dressed similar to modern army men, white with silver imprints, covering their combat pants and their jackets. The shirt that was peeking through, underneath their jacket looked like it was white, but I couldn't see very well. I walked towards Marcus, fingers tracing the fabric that covered his chest. I saw marking, the same one he got when he defeated Azrael, covering his left shoulder.

CRIMSON STILL 3 1/2 MONTHS EARLIER Tomorrow, we leave for Riocht and as I look around at our warriors packing up trucks with weapons and other equipment, a forlorn feeling creeps in knowing that not every soldier will come back with us. Gillian and a few other mates and wives are handing out special uniforms that Alpha Lamia had commissioned. We were sent four hundred of the metallic materialled outfits. They were lightweight and the fabric acted as a shield for our bodies, and they stretched and rolled when we shifted. Tawny and Mason had given us a demonstration of their uses. And although they couldn’t prevent a sword or arrow from piercing us, they did deflect teeth and claws from sinkin

“All salute!” Someone shouts loudly in front of a group of students. The students, young Changelings in blue military uniform, immediately bring their right palm up above their eyes and salute toward a tall man that just walked out of a small spaceship that came from a large battleship high in the sky. The man was wearing a full set of smooth, tailored mixed black and gold uniform with spiked shoulder patches draped on both sides. Under the spiked of his right shoulder, a ribbon laid under the medal-laden. Military boots wrapped around his long legs and now they were walking smoothly without sound.

"Come on, seriously, dad, is that really necessary?" "Off you go Clayton, I don't want to hear another whine out of you." I turn to Isabella and pull her away from where she is beating some eggs, "Boo, please come with me." "You are missing a leg, not a hand," my mom says as she pulls Isabella back. "You can get dressed by yourself." "Mom!" I make my way back to my room to change into the marine's dress blue uniform. Of all uniforms, I love this one the best. The dress blues is a dark blue coat featuring a scarlet piped mandarin collar and sky-blue trousers with "blood stripes" on the sides.

I whispered when he broke the kiss. “I would have waited all night for you.” He looked me up and down, his hands on my shoulders. “You look unbelievable.” “Thank you.” I stepped back to look at him. He wore his military dress uniform with a simple black mask across his eyes. His uniform was black with bright accents of gold and deep red. A string of medals hung across his breast for his service. He looked like a prince out of a fairy tale on his way to marry a princess. A princess dressed like me, I realized.