Round Fingers Under Military Uniforms Novels & Stories

The servants in the room rushed over to the pedestal in front of the candles and carried an enormous leather arm sleeve. They proceeded to place it over the man’s arm and tied the laces under the sleeve to hold it in place. The sleeve covered most part of his arm, from his wrist all the way to the area below his shoulder. It had little etched chipping the surface, they were dotted in order. He walked out of the room, his broad shoulders scraping splinters off the rotten door frame. He then stepped onto the fairly raised balcony and stared down at the multitude of soldiers lined up, ready to be inducted into his ever-expanding army.

Compared to other uniforms, they did look a lot better. For men, the uniform consisted of black trousers with green stitching. For females, it was a pleated plaid black and green skirt, with two pairs of leg warmers for the colder months. The shirts were similar, other than a slightly different style between men and women. The shirt was a basic white dress shirt with a stiff collar and green buttons.

Sevin suddenly said, "I'm no match for you. How about you give in to me?" Callan frowned and asked, "How?" "You use your left hand, and I use my right hand. I won't take advantage of you. Isn't your left hand as flexible as your right?" Sevin turned to look at Callan. Callan suddenly clenched his left hand. Yes, his left hand was as flexible as his right before. In the military academy, he was famous for his two-handed guns. But now... Callan subconsciously touched his left little finger. When his ten fingers were all fine, he wouldn't feel anything wrong even if one of them was broken. In fact, since his left little finger was broken and connected again, his left hand was not as flexible as

Many things set the Menhits apart from others, but their super speed and strength were the most prominent. “They won't be for long.” He pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to Nyla. She opened it and found a thin gold band nestled in its fold. “Put it on. You are forbidden from removing it; that’s an order.” In her peripheral vision, she saw the General’s eyes widen as she removed her bandages to expose her crooked fingers that were wrapped in thick scar tissue. The ring had to twist and turn over her flesh before it settled on her bent ring finger.

Erkin's shadow emerged from the next room, and Li Wei's chest beat even harder. Putting the box on the showcase, Mr. Erkin spoke. "Well, the color is not very good. That's because I can't stop the coloring process when all the ingredients are mixed. But this stuff is the best fire control glove I've ever made!" More unblinking eyes stared at the contents of the box. He choked up. The gloves are brown. A little darker than the color of his skin. Red and green stripes, the remaining veins of red pea leaves, are visible on the palm of the glove.

He also wore a black hooded jacket with a high collar that shields his neck from the cold. The jacket had zippers on the sleeves and pockets on the sides, which provided easy access to his weapons. Underneath the jacket, he has a tight black shirt that clings to his chest and abdomen. The shirt has long sleeves that cover his arms to the wrist. His pants are also black and are made of a flexible material that allows him to move with ease. They have a slim fit and reach down to his ankles.

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

Marcus held the anklets in each hand, his fists clenching and the muscles in his arms bulging. He wore a vest that was left open and loose trousers of their tradition. She had seen the men either wear trousers or also some kind of garment draped around their waist. Then they were either shirtless, wore a vest, or a robe that was also left open. Whatever they wore, their chest was always bare. Some of them also wore bracelets on their upper arms and some had something imprinted on their arms and chest. Even among the women. Marcus’s gaze returned to being hostile. He slowly walked across the distance and came to stand in front of her. She lifted her gaze to meet his. “One thing I will not for

He smirks as he takes it from my fingers. It literally looks like an ace bandage that you use for a sprained limb! It’s a tad bit wider but it’s just as stretchy, and it has hooks where you connect it together. He does give me a pair of g-string underwear to wear underneath, thank God, but still. “Is there a reason you chose white, Sir? I only ask because it’s easy to get dirty.”

Her emotions exploded like a ticking bomb and whipped some redness in her pale cheeks. Her lips trembled as she lifted a shaking hand. Her uniform was long-sleeved— unlike other female inmates that he saw wearing. The other female prisoners wore short-sleeved uniforms, and it somewhere made Cole scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. "You must have been wondering on your way here as to why I called you? It's because of this." Zara dragged her sleeve up to reveal visible fingerprint marks. Four fingers banding the front of her wrist while the thumb marked the back side, indicating that her wrist was held in an iron-grip.