Round Fingers Under Military Uniforms Novels & Stories

The palm was broad, the fingers long and powerful. But it was the knuckles that told the story. They were thick, calloused, and bore the faint, white jagged lines of old scar tissue, the kind of scarring earned not from kitchen work, but from the repeated, violent impact of bone against bone. "Look at the radial bone," Julian whispered, pointing at the screen. "Look at the grip strength required to hold those shears at that specific angle. That is a masculine hand. More specifically, it is a hand that has been trained to kill."

The combat uniforms Rain and the others wore were made from the most advanced technology in the world. Even at close range, most of the Military Mothers’ bullets could not penetrate most of the material that covered them from head to toe--except for their faces, which were exposed and their hands. That didn’t mean that none of the Military Mothers’ bullets would make its way through a weak spot in their uniforms or that one of them wouldn’t take a bullet in the eye and lay them out, but it did mean, as the invading forces returned fire on the women in brown uniforms, they had a much better chance of taking out their targets than the soldiers from Michaelenburg.

she smiled. Ben's POV "So there are two uniforms?" Asher asked, holding his index and middle fingers up to make a 'two'. "Yup, spring/summer uniforms and fall/winter uniforms." I nodded. "What's the difference?" I held up his white shirt with the sleeves reaching the elbow,"Summer uniforms are short sleeves, as you can see." I dropped that and held an identical shirt but the sleeves reached my wrist, "These are the winter ones." *knock knock* "Come in." I yelled.

I lick my lips. His fingers move to the buttons on his shirt and he slips them through the holes one by one. His wedding ring flashes along with the simple gold ring he always wears on his thumb. His thick fingers make him even sexier. So much power in those hands. The sleeves of his shirt strain over his bulging muscles.

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“Not much more than we see here. She does have a stamp on her hand that gives us that right place to start, but if you look at her right hand, there is something that has been curved in it.” Justin hunted in his notebook that had seen better days because he had thought that he had seen that shape before. Thomas took his pen out to try pry open her hand and what started at him was a shape of an hourglass curved into her palm. It looked like it was done with a Ka-Bar that had been given out in the military. He knew that was the knife that happens to be issued to military personnel, but he had hoped there was some sort of fingerprints to tie the babbling idiot to the murder. Shaking his head in

I looked at our battle uniform or battledress as the student calls it. It’s 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. Para kaming military commander na medyo fancy na handa ng sumubok sa digmaan.

As expected, it was covered in a thin layer of calluses. Aside from these, there were also calluses on other parts of his hands, just not as pronounced as these. The more obvious calluses were the kind that came from yielding weapons. Hannah's intense gaze fell on his right shoulder. She suddenly wondered whether there was a thin layer of calluses beneath the fabric, too. It was well known that their country was extremely strict with weapons. She had also never heard that Darren had been with the army. Thus, she couldn't figure out why he had these marks on him.

I lick my lips. His fingers move to the buttons on his shirt and he slips them through the holes one by one. His wedding ring flashes along with the simple gold ring he always wears on his thumb. His thick fingers make him even sexier. So much power in those hands. The sleeves of his shirt strain over his bulging muscles.

It would be a pity to not use this privilege. This time the person sitting there was not Sam.And someone whose uniform's colour was Green. He had read from the manual he got with the map that ranks were separated into four main divisions.The fourth division they were in had clothes that were coloured Blue,it was the lowest division.The third division would have red coloured clothes as their uniform.The second division would have green uniform and the first division would have pure white uniforms which were coated with a material that would keep it safe from blemishes and splashed water.