Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

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.”

And I set it on the bed, my shoes also ready and kept. It consisted of a white collared shirt, navy blue blazer with a crest on the breast pocket, navy blue pants, a navy blue tie,with green and gold stripes and black dress shoes. I had to admit, the uniform looked pretty sharp, and I was looking forward to wearing it.

I swallowed hard as I realized that Marina's powers were affecting me once more, drawing me under her spell with an otherworldly allure. “Raphael.” She cooed through my mind. Marina's dress was a clever design, with adjustable ties at the hem that allowed her to customize the length to her liking. The ties seemed to be loosely knotted, allowing the dress to fall in soft folds around her legs. The icy blue hue of the dress perfectly complemented Marina's raven and blue locks, creating a striking harmony between her hair and attire.

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.

I saw the uniforms before I even saw their faces. The yellow, red, purple and blue were even more striking out here under the open sky and the floodlights than they had looked in the changing room basket. They came out in their full kit — shoulder pads stacked wide beneath the jerseys, helmets tucked under arms, cleats hitting the grass with that particular weight that came from guys built for contact sport. The uniform was supposed to be the Royal Rangers' signature blue and white. What it was instead was something that looked like it had been designed by someone who had never watched a football game but had a lot of strong feelings about colour theory. "Soar into the victory, Rangers!" The

she said. Ereia's uniform differs from mine. Her uniform is a black and red checkered long-sleeve layer with a black sleeveless blazer with a checkered necktie with the logo of the academy. Her pleated black skirt with a red and white lining at the hem of the skirt was shorter than mine. It's almost the same as my uniform and the only difference is the color. But I like Ereia's uniform. “I like your uniform, Ere. It suits you!” I said, and she smiled widely.

I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black Red River - Red Moon Peak - Yellow Silver Dawn - Light Grey Blue Rock – Blue!” Everyone is dressed in black sportswear, only the coloured chest vests, and two battle stripes on each cheek, representing their Pack. They look amazing, and I feel proud of all these men and women, even if they are not from my own pack.

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.

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.

MALAIKA stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, wearing the uniform that Tamni had made. She turned around as the soft fabrics twirled. The Colegio Maxica’s uniform for females was a royal blue knee-length robe with silver lining on the collar and sleeves. The intricate insignia of Axum was embroidered on the arm, while a swirling crest was pinned on the chest. And they could be determined by the class they were in based on the color of the swirls. For Malaika, it was green.