Novel & Cerita Round Fingers Under Military Uniforms

"Physical execution: deliberate, unhurried, and his epidermis radiates the elevated core temperature of a man who operates in the dark." "Cora—" Rocco interjected, taking a step forward. "Do not disrupt my briefing," I snapped. "I did not rely solely on olfactory data." I stepped back toward Roman, gesturing sharply to his left wrist. "You retain your gold Rolex during physical engagement." "You possess a thick, hardened shooter's callus on your right index finger." I turned to Rocco, pointing directly at his bleeding arm. "Your wrists are entirely bare." "And you possess a thick, jagged ballistic scar across your left shoulder."

The door to Alex’s room suddenly pushed open, and they all straightened up as Alex walked out in a full-on Mafia attire, dressed for war. His pants were sleek black leather, tailored to fit perfectly over his combat boots, that gleamed under the harsh lights of the hallway. A crisp black shirt hugged his frame, and the sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms etched with scars from countless battles. Over it, a tailored black coat hung from his broad shoulders, and the collar popped up in contempt. Silver cufflinks glinted at his wrists, a subtle nod to the power and wealth he commanded. On his fingers, heavy rings adorned with intricate designs caught the light, symbols of loyalty and

King's hand slides across my shoulder causing me to turn. Comfort and strength show in his striking blue eyes. He's dressed in military fatigues in place of his usual "tear you apart" Shadow Warrior gear. The fatigue shirt stretches at the seams trying to cover his broad chest and shoulders. I prefer his leather chest straps for their practicality, and to be perfectly honest, they show his muscles to their best advantage. Today we're dressed in outpost military attire and covered from ankle to shoulder. If we shift to our Warrior forms, the material will shred and our Beasts won't care if we're nude. I spent too many years thinking I was human to want to show my naked bits and pieces to the

Knight Sergeant Langley led them to where the uniforms were kept inside the armory, they saw them hanging in a row. The unique color red, blue, and black of the Camelot military uniform stood out from the surrounding, making it look special. They did not linger nor freeze in place, as they quickly started looking for their names. After they found their uniforms, then they found a suitcase to keep the uniforms in after folding them. They also selected the standard black military boots, which were kept to the side. They took one each for them, before directly left after that. As they left, Aledos continually talked about the awesomeness of the military boots.

Cara’s POV The gloves were a bit big on my hands, but the leather was thick and solid. None of the other contenders had worn gloves in the ring. Shifters preferred to have their hands free, just as they did not like their paws covered in their animal forms. Yet, wearing gloves wasn’t against the rules, I checked by calling Ruby while Alaric was searching. Ruby knew the rules forwards and backwards. She told me herself that there was no rule against gloves, and if anyone tried something to stop it, she’d be down there with her rulebook so fast, heads would spin. Right then, she was at the hospital, helping Richard diagnose the patients.

It was actually something I procured from my time in Greece. The cape covered my right side and added just a little extra to the dark blue military uniform shirt which I paired with black jeans today. It also hid the fact that I was missing a right arm, which was a nice bonus because I did not have time to undress and redress after putting on the whole damn contraption for my arm. I also changed out of my combat boots into heels because I figured I wanted to at least clack in an office for once in my life.

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

The five guards approaching were dressed in the typical neo-Roman style. A chest plate that was a combination of leather and metal. A shirt that was long enough to form a kind of skirt. Long boots that laced up to the knee. Every soldier in Flatland wore some variation of this getup, from the very first ones we’d encountered in Probet, to the ones in the various cities we’d visited.

They were known by their peers as the 'professionals' in the military circle. Inside the barracks, the atmosphere was hot. It was more difficult to sleep in the afternoons than in the evenings. And, in spite of the searing heat, they were held up inside cleaning and checking their sidearms, and waiting for the last-minute order in apprehension. Their khaki uniforms were already wet at the armpits. Well-trained in long and short-range pistols they were the best in the ranks and almost never failed in their assignments before, but still, they sweated profusely.

He wore an olive-green shirt and Coyote-tan combat trousers tucked into rugged side-zip boots with laces. The other was taller, maybe 62 or 6'3, broad chest, athletic, well-defined and contoured muscles. His hair was black with emerald-green tips, shaved back and sides. Arte thought his hair was quite cool. His eyes were a forest-green colour, but looked ever-vigilant. He was wearing a black, short-sleeved reinforced tactical shirt, a silver tattoo of tribal spirals on his bicep. His trousers were black, armoured with inserts made of the same material as a bulletproof vest. His boots were also black, zipped at the side and laced like the other guy's boots. Arte recognised the clothing - It w