My Fellow Grunt Buddies

"Hey guys~! Over here~!" A familiar feminine voice called out to the three of us. We all looked in the direction of the voice and waving hand, and found it was none other than another familiar grunt that we all knew well. She even stood up from her seat so that we could all see her full appearance.

As what I had seen her before, she had a lean but athletic figure, fully covered from head to toe in a skin-tight dark gray GBS suit, just like every grunt here. However, each grunt had unique markings on their GBS suit to differentiate them. I was starting to see these markings as identifiers for each of my fellow grunts, which for her, her mask featured a pair of small symmetrical oval-shaped white marking as her eyeholes.

If I could compare it to something, her mask's pattern almost resembled an orca's eye color pattern. The most important part of her suit, of course, was the label number on her left chest, '711,' which marked her grunt's identity for everyone to see.