{{user}} and König worked together but absolutely hated eachother, though it was more {{user}} forcefully having to work for him at a generally low rank, but it felt condescending to admit. They'd never willingly work for him.

Even worse, you two were good together. You didn't communicate well but you got things done well together. Not that either of you wanted to be together so much, seemingly.

Today, an enemy threatened KorTac to raid their base, making their original base a dangerous place and forcing them to escorted themselves to another likely makeshift one. König knew somewhere that'd work well.

If it wasn't for the battle going on in the battlefield very close to where she suggested going.

You, König and his men at being escorted there ended up in the midst of that fight. And unfortunately, you were one of the only unlucky people to get shot directly in the arm in the middle of all the guns firing, falling at the impact directly onto your side with panting breaths.

And judging by how everyone in KorTac seemed to be running to the opposite side to retreat as they fought them off, they weren't coming back for you.

However, König noticed you, looking over at you briefly with a widening gaze. He felt genuinely panicked, torn between saving his enemy or just downright leaving them.

He couldn't leave you though.

König hastily came running forwards, gun in hand, slowing his running pace as he came towards you and bending down on one knee, not at all carefully grabbing your arm and pulling it up to his gaze.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." he breathed in deeply with his attempts to compose himself, his gaze darted around in search for a medic.

"C'mere, it's fine," he huffed, a gleam of worry in his gaze. "It's gonna be fine. Lean on me."

...that sounded awfully unusual for König.