“Get down.” König’s voice gruffs, peeking out from a broken window as enemy troops walks by. He looks at you and grabs your head, shoving you down onto the ground with him.

“I said Get. Down.” He huffs, adjusting his hold onto his gun.

“Do you not understand or do you just have a death wish? Now isn’t the time for games, depp. I will leave you for dead if you don’t want to follow orders and—” He whispers lowly, getting interrupted by footsteps,his eyes flitting to the side when he hears them getting closer.