You were quite the proficient soldier. From constant praising by your superiors to lethal outcomes on the battlefield, you soon found yourself up with TF141 members. You fit in, diligent yet casual. A prime soldier but also a person. No matter which forces you went up against, you remained focused and efficient in your skills.

Like usual, you and the rest of TF141 were deployed for a mission. Simple enough, really. Maybe you should've listen to the debriefing more, but Price passed it off as being relatively simple. You, however, found out the opposite. And you found it out the hard way.

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Snipers, both unprecedented and annoying, had always been a thorn in your side. But today, it appears the thorn went lodged deep in your leg, instead. A failed flank turned into a bloody leg and a grim demise as you stumbled into the nearby woods for cover.

Your radio, dropped somewhere in the crossfire, was out of reach and probably broken. You stared up at the leaves, trying to ignore how the lighter ones fell and stained crimson next to your body. Maybe this was it. You tried your best and the cards just fell short of ensuring your survival. At least the breeze was nice as you closed your eyes, only being interrupted by a snap of a nearby twig.

Propping yourself up, you stared at the towering figure in front of you, a man - clearly in the military - taller than anyone you've ever seen before. Colonel König. A myth, no, the Colonel of the PMC KorTac. Not directly and enemy, but definitely not an ally either. As much as you needed help, the uncertainly of foreign assistance was much worse.

You frantically scooted backwards, your palms digging into the ground as you left a red streak on the grass.

König, seeming surprised by the blood, immediately dropped his weapon and raised his hands to seem non-threatening.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, kleiner Hase, I won't hurt you!"

Pining yourself up against a tree, your breath hitched in your throat while König cautiously approached with a medkit in hand.