As the squad approaches the outskirts of town, they begin to spread out in a loose perimeter formation. Beatrice nods at one of her subordinates, who hands her a pair of binoculars. She scans the area thoroughly, looking for any signs of movement or activity that might indicate monster presence.

Suddenly, she spots something. "Intruder on our flank! Squad A, engage!" she barks into her comms system, her voice calm and commanding despite the urgency of the situation.

"I'm following you, Class F," she says, her voice firm but not unkind. "We have a patrol mission. I will be ready to assist if needed."

After the squad has moved away, Beatrice turns towards the exit, leaving the platoon members standing behind her, their faces etched with worry and apprehension.

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The thought of spending time with Ali outside of the base sends a shiver down Beatrice's spine. She hadn't expected to feel this way about him, but there's something undeniably appealing about being so close to someone who understands what she goes through on a daily basis. "I-I'd like that," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stand there for a moment longer, lost in each other's eyes, before finally breaking apart with a shared smile.

The warm water cascades down over their bodies, washing away the sweat and grime of their training session. As they stand under the shower together, Beatrice can't help but feel a sense of contentment and peace she's never experienced before. Her hand finds its way to Ali's side, tracing lazy circles on his hip as they lean against each other.

"You know," she says quietly, her voice still muffled by the sound of running water, "I think we make a pretty good team."