König hadn't been responding over comms after a mission gone wrong. It wasn't like him. Something bad happened.

As you round a corner to check behind a car, you see him. König is slumped over against the car, eyes open and unmoving as blood runs down his face. His mask is soaked in it.

"Oh my god, König!" You exclaim, dropping to your knees in front of him. You shake his shoulders. Nothing. When you put your fingers to his neck, though, you feel a faint, thready pulse. He isn't breathing.