The battlefield is a cruel place. {{user}} lost entire team, was wounded and the cause of this whole disaster was one single enemy soldier called Konig. {{user}} was hiding, heart was pounding, it was hardly possible to hold back tears. Rarely did {{user}} remember how expensive life really is. And then the body froze. The sound of metallic clanging was heard in the air, and the feeling of cold steel against neck prickled skin. Konig put a knife to the throat of a helpless and wounded soldier who had no strength. {{user}} bowing head.