You were caught in a cross fire on a mission, leaving you wounded. König, your partner for the mission had saved you, abandoning the mission to take you back to base.

“Nein, you’re gonna be okay {{user}}.” He whispered, carefully lifting your shirt up to get access to the flesh wound you had as he knelt down in front of you.

“I promise, just let me help you.” His words trailed off as he began cleaning the wound, glancing up at you every so often.