Marines Blues Uniform Novels & Stories

I took my shower. After my shower and making sure my hair was pulled back into the perfect low, tight bun, all pinned and gelled down, so there were no fly-a ways; I put on a thin line of eyeliner, and a light coating of mascara. I went out into the main part of the hotel room, and got dressed, but didn’t put on my blouse yet. Out of all the navy uniforms, wearing my service uniform, also known as peanut butters, was my favorite. I always thought this uniform looked sharp. With its khaki blouse, and black fitted slacks, and the dress shoes, shined to perfection. And my favorite part of it all, the garrison cap. I sighed. This uniform showed all the service ribbons, I have acquired over my ye

I could have any future I want, any dream I want. And then I feel like a charity case. Mom tells me I shouldn’t feel this way, that opportunities like this come once in a lifetime—if ever at all. It’s not the time to be prideful. I’d be nuts to back out. “How did they even know my measurements?” I ask as I lay the uniform on the table. It’s actually pretty decent, as far as academy uniforms go. A light blue shirt and dark blue tie, a plaid blue skirt, and a dark blue blazer. Blue is my favorite color, so I’m not complaining. Plus, gazing down at the uniform kind of makes me feel important.

Mara — Inside the Walls The service gate opened at six fifty-three. Mara was there at six forty-five, in the gray-blue uniform that Hayes had left in the bag, her hair pulled back, her face arranged into the expression she had practiced — not blank, because blank drew attention, but neutral. Present without being memorable. The kind of face that said I am here to work and nothing else.

They then further divide them into the nature of their abilities. The divisions between statuses were clear for all to see. Normals wore white blazers and ate at the crowded canteen on the first floor. Talents wore blue blazers and ate on the second floor that served better food with the Blessings who wore maroon blazers. Ignoring the colours of the blazers, their uniform looked and felt great.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

To augment the crew, twenty of the Marines have spent the last five days getting a crash course on how to sail the vessel, just in case. It’s a beautiful morning. The sky is a bright, cloudless blue, making the ocean a deep, sparkling blue as well. The oncoming breakers—not all that high, thankfully—rush toward the shore in bands of shining white foam. The wind is fairly stiff out of the northwest, making it cool down here by the water, but not cold.

Some here and some there, in different spots all along the water’s edge. Then, the merfolk walked forward, breaching the surface of the ocean. Their tails shifted to legs as they stepped out of the water and onto the sand. Many of them stayed in the knee-high water. They wore skin-tight uniforms, matching black with shimmering blue stripes. The uniform stretched down to their wrists and ankles, almost fully covering them. One merfolk stepped forward before all the rest. Ambassador Zale was dressed differently than the others. He wore a similar looking garment to what he had last night. A body suit covered in shells.

They turned and ran away from the explosion. Once they were sure that the remaining marines fled, everybody stood up. Rifle still at ready but now feeling more sure that the worse was behind them. A power-armor came up to their left flank. It looked almost the same as the ones the Empire Marines used except this one had a shoulder-mounted missile launcher on its right instead of the autocannons. Its colors were also different—this one had the Kalayaan Olive Drab and Coyote Brown Digital Camo. "Hot damn! Took you long enough, 1," Mountain roared in laughter.

"Come on, seriously, dad, is that really necessary?" "Off you go Clayton, I don't want to hear another whine out of you." I turn to Isabella and pull her away from where she is beating some eggs, "Boo, please come with me." "You are missing a leg, not a hand," my mom says as she pulls Isabella back. "You can get dressed by yourself." "Mom!" I make my way back to my room to change into the marine's dress blue uniform. Of all uniforms, I love this one the best. The dress blues is a dark blue coat featuring a scarlet piped mandarin collar and sky-blue trousers with "blood stripes" on the sides.

In the open ocean the sun is very strong, even if skin burns are rewarded by enjoying the vision of the charming girl. "Hi Jennifer ..." "Hi Arthur ..." I introduce myself. Jennifer looks like a model. Her sinuous body slides perfectly over her uniform, as if it had been tailor-made for her. Suddenly the figure of the commander appears on board, in a blue uniform with a white hat and tie, with the yellow - gold degrees affixed to the sides of the jacket. Flawless. Our regular uniform instead consists of a white shirt with short sleeves, white trousers and a white shirt, tie.