Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

Even knowing sharks lurk in the blue water below, the image is preferable to the ruin left behind by the catastrophic war. I pull my gaze from the ocean, unbuckle my seatbelt, and head to the lavatory to check my appearance. I've grown accustomed to military fatigues provided to government workers. The dark blue suit jacket, skirt, and clunky heels I'm wearing are incredibly uncomfortable. I tug on the short skirt as I walk and almost trip. They put me in this getup to garner male attention. I'm not happy about it. I'm nothing but a piece of meat to the U.S. Federation. Believe me, meeting a group of monsters who grow six-inch fangs is not a time to feel like food.

Sometimes on the same day! ‘It’s all right for you, Bea,’ Thomas whined from several yards behind. ‘You don’t have to enrol at this thing.’ ‘I’ve heard they’ve got smart uniforms,’ Patience cajoled. ‘A little too blue for my taste, but I’m sure you’ll look great.’ ‘Uniforms?’ Thomas said speeding up a little. ‘Blue ones? Like in Thunderbirds?’ ‘If it makes you move any faster they’re exactly like Thunderbirds,’ Beatrice said .

It looked like another joyous occasion. Jenny sighed again and moved to the next photo. This one was of a group of five men in combat fatigues. They stood elbow to elbow, smiling proudly, with what appeared to be desert in the background. Looking closer, she saw that the second from the left had the name Caldwell sewed onto his uniform. Marines. Wow. Cole was a Marine. She didn't know why that surprised her, but it did. Further down the wall was another photo of Cole in fatigues, this time in surroundings that looked more familiar, and he was on a horse.

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

It made the entire stress worth it. All through the day I had been busy. I did catch a glimpse of Melio's face. She had on this beautiful carton-coloured dress that made her sinful. Her curves showed in its fullness—her breast showed off, proud and bold. Her ass—a prisoner of her dress.

This way would be easier. I approached the platform discreetly but not enough to catch suspicion, though they are rather occupied with their businesses. Guards seldom patrol the area, considering how far it is from the capital that their lazy legs would wobble, or might be that their legs have other worldly matters to attend to. Gratia's whorehouse would be the perfect spot to patrol, I reckon. The Blues is not difficult to spot among the big ships even at night. The name itself suggests it. The wooden planks were painted in hues of blue. The only color that was not white, was the color of the signage. The structures were built with hardwood and detailed carvings. It looked new, as though pi

The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals. The uniforms are ridiculous, and I hate them with a passion. They must have put a man in charge of them as they are definitely someone's sick fantasy. The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno.

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.

It was a flexible, dark blue, skintight suit made of plain clothing materials, mostly because the rules prohibited cloth armor. All the uniforms had mostly the same things. Their names were written on the upper back. A small 'HH' emblem was printed on the left arm and on the right was a 'BB' emblem of the same size and on the chest, where a chest pocket ought to be, an emblem of a broken train was affixed. Wilson liked it. The others, not so much.

March grabbed my upper arm and hauled me out of my seat. I tried to hide the pain that shot through my arm, but a soft groan escaped me. I felt my feet briefly leave the ground as he pulled me toward the door. The humid breeze outside sucked the unsteady breath from my lungs. Marcus let go of my arm and I stumbled against the outside railing leading up to the door. “Who is the Marine,” he spat. I straightened, but didn’t have a chance to answer when Marcus tumbled forward over the railing, landing on the gravel. Madden stood at the door. “Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.”