Novel & Cerita Fullmetal Alchemist Soldier Uniform

The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

Then my eyes found the uniforms. Wolf Army grey, with the rank markings on the shoulders and the specific stitching along the collar. I had seen that a hundred times on a hundred soldiers who had pledged their lives to Ryan. My stomach dropped before my mind caught up with what was happening. My body recognised the uniform before my brain could tell what I was actually looking at. And at that moment, all my fears came true.

And this Endeavor ship beside us here, I can see their captain and I can really guarantee that all I have heard about them is super true. He is standing on a place at the main deck made of wood but large and big. His head is big and sonas his body is huge. He wearing a cap like that of the ascient military. His uniform is like that of others. There is no much different between his uniform and that of his other members except for that his rank is the most Superior among them all. He has a gun on his cloth and a sword also. All the soldiers have both gun and sword as they never can tell which of the two is the one needed in their next mission.

And just then, the lead guard walked back to his desk as he looked down at his system. “And here they come,” he said, a bright, almost weird smile curling his lips. And just then he pulled off his uniform, revealing a red uniform underneath the black one. The black uniform had a logo on the left chest—a sword and a gun crossing each other, with tiny letters written around it. The Messer Brigade. What the hell does it mean? The guard in the room started to think hard. He wasn’t sure what the name meant, but from the view of the uniform—red from top to bottom, sewed like a prison jumpsuit—he had his doubts.

Almost like a knife going through butter. Today, we got the call to head out to the middle of nowhere. James got the coordinates of where we were going. The special suits we got are universal soldier gear, they are not out yet for regular soldiers to wear. To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but they are not.

(Corporal Leku) The sight of a Dark Elf, wearing a full Tactical Combat Vest and Aeternum Military Uniform with every Aeternum signature weapon of a handgun neatly holstered on his waist. Is enough to silent and convinced everyone that he is an Aeternum soldier and speaks true of his identity. After all such garbs and weapons is only available to Aeternum and no one in this world were able to get what Aeternum soldier has. “Oh…o..okay…everyone settle down..”.(Emet)

Axel said leading me towards the training grounds. The soldiers were all their uniform; A black attire with the Nightshade logo at the side. They looked... intimidating dressed like that. Back in our pack, the uniform for the soldiers was a mix of black and brown but nothing as beautifully designed as this. I spotted a female, she seemed to be one of the trainers, she was tall, around 'five foot eight' with dark blue hair –that must have been dyed, but I couldn't deny the fact that it did sooth her. Her movement were quick and slick, she faced one of the men, he was more muscled than she and also an inch or two taller, but she didn't seem bothered by that.

I looked at our battle uniform or battledress as the student calls it. It was a black regal vest. Underneath it was a white long sleeve and a white leather trouser with black boots. We also have this white coat blazer with gold linings with a touch of red lines. We are like military commanders who are a bit fancy and are ready to try the war.

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.