Round Fingers Under Military Uniforms Novels & Stories

Amelia made a note of it. The students were already gathered in loose lines. Most wore their uniforms with minor adjustments: loosened collars, rolled sleeves, boots better suited to fighting than walking through halls. A few had removed their blazers entirely. One girl’s hands flickered with blue light. A boy near the center flexed his fingers, claws sliding out and back in like he was bored.

A command, but the kind that comes from the same place as a request. His fists opened. His fingers uncurled under hers — slowly, one by one, the way a fist opens when it has been closed so long the muscles have forgotten the alternative shape. Her fingers slid between his. Their hands interlaced — her knuckles against his palms, his knuckles against her palms, the heat of two circulatory systems meeting through skin.

And, just as before, Ryu nodded, insisting on being honest. "I... I slapped her," Endo stammered in fear. "Knuckle." Kenji extended his hand, and one of the men stepped forward, producing a brass knuckle from his jacket. It was a weapon worn on the hand, made of iron, about a handspan long, with four holes for the fingers. Kenji slid the weapon onto his right hand, ensuring that all four fingers, except for the thumb, fit into the holes, and tightly clenched his fist.

He said, opening his arms wide, as if he already knew that I hate sweat coming from someone. "Get away from me, Ashton." I ordered him as I flew away from his, keeping a right distance between us. He chuckled in response and crossed his arms against his chest, I noticed the black pants he was wearing, wide-legged and mostly cotton pants with buttoned flap pockets on the sides and he paired up with a grey shirt that hugged his chest. The military training uniform, there was a sign of Rosla on the side of his shirt, right on the left. "To answer your question, I'm doing fine and you?" I replied.

Murray was dressed in a three-piece suit, its fabric a luxurious baby alpaca wool, which seemed overly formal for the occasion. Murray smiled and unbuttoned his suit jacket, handing it to Cornelius. He stood in a cream-white shirt and an apricot-grey waistcoat. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, he casually rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms. His long, straight fingers, with prominent knuckles faintly blushing beneath the pale skin, trailed blue veins that climbed from his hands to his exposed forearms, a sight of striking beauty. Many eyes turned in their direction.

"The Air Force only checks what's visible above the uniform collar.” He reaches out, his fingers slowly tracing a burning line down my neck, past my collarbone, and resting right over my heart. "They don't have a single rule about what happens below the clothing line…” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my skin in a lazy, deliberate circle. "So if I happen to leave my mark somewhere hidden—somewhere only I get to see and touch when we are behind closed doors—the military doesn't have to know a thing about it…” He murmurs.

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.

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.

It was not only theoretically, but explicitly the hierarchy of positions of his defense. Akil, Normani and Hadd they were at the front, they wore boots with reinforced ties, sophisticated cut pants and the black blazer with side cufflinks and drawings on the wrists, with their faces covered, their hands wielding their frightening weapons, they had gloves with the coat of arms Aistarabaw gleaming like the only gold trim on her somber clothes. That was the tactic, they covered their faces now so that Normani could participate in the escort with her face and head covered, without arousing suspicion. And it was amazing that they wore cloth over their mouths, Shemagh, the fabric of military origi

The training grounds for the troops were crowded with males that surrounded the entire ring. Elise could not help but feel intrigued as she walked closer, finding a part to squeeze through as she noticed who stood on the ring. Kaide and Taz were both shirtless; Taz's muscles were hard and thick; his left arm was covered with a black band; and he had two striped tattoos. Elise had noticed that it was on all the males' left arm; one band meant you were delta, two bands were beta, and three bands were alpha, like the one she saw on Rygan's body.