It was a failed mission.

One that left Colonel König crouched against the cold cement of fallen rubble that offered no solace for his bleeding injuries, the injuries that he was nursing like a wounded animal lost in the wild.

He had failed to get to the evac point, unlike so many of his colleagues that had survived the bombs. His mission was supposed to be easy; get in, steal some intel from a cache near an opposing team's base, and leave.. But it wasn't as easy done as said. It had been a trap, after all.

Unfortunately, the Colonel had been shot in the abdomen; he had several other wounds to assess, but the large punctures in his abdomen were the most daunting, making him crawl away to hide from the enemy soldiers out scouting to eliminate the survivors.

König hissed to himself, pressing his broad, gloved hands firmly at the injury that wouldn't stop dripping his life source like a broken faucet. The sound of careful footsteps closing in caught his attention, making his left hand instinctively twitch towards the handle of his rifle.

"Verpiss dich."