Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

I walked into the gate dressed in my uniform, a blazer, navy blue and embroidered school crest on the chest pocket. Crisp white long sleeve button down shirt, neatly pressed trousers and striped ties. I walked into the compound, my eyes staring around in admiration. This guy must be freaky wealthy and classy to own such a school.

She didn’t waste time, she ran. She heard loud noises coming in her way. She knew that a new Bulwarkian group coming. She can use her flair but only the basics. Cammi’s eyes widened when she saw a familiar uniform, it was the ClandesTeam. She memorized every detail about elite groups from different places, ClandesTeam was one of them. ClandesTeam’s uniform is similar to Varagons uniform. The color and logos were the differences. Paragons uniform was brown while the ClandesTeam was blue. The logo of the ClandesTeam is a shield wrapped by Peonies and it has two swords. The swords were on T-formed.

They have obviously done this before. The goggles light up and now I see a narrow hallway in a spaceship. I can see the others in front of me and Lazarus beside me. They are all clad in a white uniform and have a helmet that renders them faceless. Everyone has a band of different colors on their arms. I look down at me and see that I have the same outfit. Kurn is at the front and waves us forward, he has a blue band on his arm. Lazarus has a red and I have a green. Sulu is purple, Makkan yellow and Reli is pink. This really feels like a real spaceship.

Only Yssy looked #wokeuplikethis and #nofilter ready in full makeup, a knit beanie, Warby Parker heavy-frame eyeglasses and gripping a tumbler of coffee that had been brewed in her fancy coffee gear (surprisingly allowed into camp considering how addicted she was to the stuff). Today, a month later, they’re snappier and all wearing Type B Uniform: white V-neck shirt, lower fatigues, white handkerchief in the pocket, belt and buckle polished to a mirror shine, and combat boots also polished to a mirror shine. Heat-pressed down the front of their shirts are the official Camp Unplugged ROTC crest and, below it, the logo “Bearing Under Pressure”. Still, nobody looks like they took a shower, whic

I told her with a smile so she knew I wasn't upset about the conversation. I put the rest of my clothes away as we continued our chat. My Aunt Marianne had been right about my uniforms and dress shoes being here when I got here. I found grey plaid skirts in another drawer, with ties to match, along with white blouses and grey vests in another drawer. The plaid skirts and ties were made up of various different shades of grey, while the vests and socks were light grey. Katie explained that Omegas wear grey, while Alpha males wear dark blue and Alpha females wear light blue. Betas wore dark and light green, while Gammas wore light and dark red. She said warriors would be in Orange, since only m

And so, the day came that Mariana finally had the chance to wear her uniform. "At long last!" Mariana exclaimed. The ladies' uniform included a white collared shirt, light blue vest, light blue ribbon, white pleated skirt that with a light blue hem, and light blue robe. Her uniform came from a package from Arcanus, too, which was fortunate for her as she wouldn't need to buy it anymore (Mariana doubted she could buy it with her own money).

his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes. "She's being dramatic," Hayden muttered, his uncle laughing at his reaction. Then, his uncle's eyes fell on me, and I felt a slight tension in the air. I noticed that the police cars here were different. Their flashing lights were only blue, and the cars themselves were white, adorned with a blue and yellow design on the doors. The officers wore a distinct uniform, with a cap bearing the word 'Police,' a dark blue shirt covered by a vest with the same inscription, black pants, and black boots.

Robert remarked, sitting up straighter, his Alpha dominance testing the air between us with an aggressive, subtle push. Before the tension could snap into open conflict, a heavy, weathered hand came down firmly upon Robert’s shoulder. "She speaks the truth, son," High Admiral Marrow rumbled, stepping around the ivory chairs to face us. The old sea wolf was formidable up close. His white beard was trimmed square along a jaw carved from weathered granite, and his pale blue eyes were sharp, calculating, and completely sober despite the flowing wine around him. His uniform was dark green wool, entirely free of the frivolous lace and ribbons that decorated his son’s chest, pinned only with the he

Jack raised his eyebrows with a knowing smirk. “Brown or grey?” Mira asked with a pout. “Brown for big bro and Martin, Grey for uncle.” Jack chuckled. “How did you?” Mira looked at him with a mischievous smile. “I am smart.” Jack tapped her nose. Mira took the cloth as Jack said. She took two steps forward when a smart navy-blue cloth caught her attention. “What about navy-blue?” “They can’t wear…” Jack shook his head as he whispered realizing Mira didn’t know these nuances “Servants can’t wear this color.”

Observing them one by one, I took a glimpse of their faces illuminated by the light of a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I also catch a sight of our uniforms — the boys wear plain, cotton trousers, all of which are colored white. A black long sleeved shirt is playfully hanging over their trousers and covered with a discrete plum vest. A long tie hangs in the middle of their often un-buttoned jacket and is oddly painted with the dark side of lavender.