Fullmetal Alchemist Soldier Uniform Novels & Stories

The door to my chamber creaked open, and a guard shoved a bundle of clothes inside. “Put these on. Training yard in ten minutes,” he barked. I caught the bundle before it hit the floor. Rough black trousers, a tunic, boots that smelled faintly of leather and iron. The uniform of Bloodveil’s soldiers. So this was it. Cain’s test. I dressed quickly, ignoring the sting of my raw wrists as I tugged the sleeves down to cover them. The boots were too tight, the fabric coarse, but I welcomed the discomfort. Pain kept me sharp. Pain reminded me why I was here.

Without the streaks of grey threaded through his hair, I would’ve mistaken him for a man in his late forties. But this was a man well into his seventies. The doors of the convoy burst open almost at once. Soldiers poured out in swift, coordinated movements, boots striking the ground as they moved with avidity. They were monstrous men, broad-shouldered and hard-faced, carrying themselves with ruthless discipline. Every single one of them wore the same black tactical uniform. Dark combat jackets fitted perfectly over armored vests, sleeves rolled with military neatness, heavy boots laced to the knee, and gloves strapped tight around their wrists. Etched boldly across the chest of each uniform

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

Louisa's POV Just after I handed out the last piece of barbequed chicken to the soldiers, I noticed a tall, slender man standing away from the crowd in a distance. He dressed up in a hunter green jacket, white shirt, and a pair of fine black silk pants just like the other soldiers from the Wind Winders Pack. That's Alpha Zackery's pack. But something about him, which I couldn't tell what it was at that time, was so different, attracting my attention.

Even if they did, these warriors would simply take the bullet out and the wound would close up. He noticed a soldier that seemed to slay whoever she passed by. He paused to see who it was. Slowly, he passed through the pairs of fighting soldiers just to try and meet the person. From the dress, he couldn't tell if she was a Fraco soldier or a Wisteria warrior. She wore the Fraco combat pants but somehow managed to wear the leather sleeveless jacket that the Wisteria soldiers wore. When he got to where she was, he grabbed her shoulder and she turned with a punch to his face. He crouched down to dodge and he caught a glimpse of her face.

My hands trembled slightly as I undid the seal, the sound of tearing wax echoing louder than expected. Inside was a note and a neatly folded set of clothes. The note was short: Training Grounds. Before midday. Wear it. There was no signature. Just like before. This all reminded me of the first time I was selected as a warrior. The uniform inside was unlike anything I’d worn before. Midnight blue with subtle silver trim. The fabric was thick. This was a lot different from when I was a warrior. My heart stuttered when I lifted it and saw the collar. There it was—the insignia of the warriors.

- Kurayami, he said, then, led towards the corridor, back to his room, Tsuki sat on the bed, waiting for the new god to return. - You don't mind if I choose the clothes, you wear when you're with me, right? - Kurayami, questioned him, heading towards his closet. - I do not care. Tsuki said. - So, there's no problem with that. - Kurayami, came back with a uniform, which was silver, boots a uniform in the best style of Akropolis, with shoulder pads that simulated contorted heads of a dragon.

His green eyes, when he glanced over at Akari as he came into the room, had something cold and savage peeking out of them. He was wearing a military uniform. And his chest was covered in medals that Akari was sure must be merely decorative. No way had this spoiled-looking royal scion earned all those medals. Did this pampered prince even realize how many men’s lives were at stake here? Truly, each and every one of them weighed heavily on Akari's soul.

it hurt. She was trembling, so he turned her in his arms to comfort her, gently touched her cheek. She bit him. Then she tried to knee his crotch. “That’s it!” Mathin hefted the hellion and tossed her over his shoulder. When she pulled his hair, he swatted her sharply on the butt. There was ominous stillness. “Sir?” A soldier had shifted into human form so he could speak. He was dressed all in black from his combat boots to his black leather vest. Even his hair and eyes were dark. The only spot of color on him was the red Celtic knot on the uniform over his heart.