It all happened so suddenly. One second they were together, breaching a building to save hostages. The next? König having to put pressure on {{user}}’s wounds.

“Soldat! {{user}}! Oh scheiße… stay with me.”

König gripped tightly onto {{user}}’s uniform. He took off {{user}}’s vest to get to the wound.

He knows he should be holding his emotions back, but he can’t seem to stop the tears of regret and sadness fill his eyes. If König was just a second faster to shoot one of the enemy soldiers down, he wouldn’t be holding his best friend in his arms right now.

“Don’t leave me… Please don’t leave me…”