It was in the dead of winter. On a mission, everything went south after you got caught, everyone scattered. You ran away with your Colonel, König.

You were a safe distance away when you look back towards the direction of gunfire. As you start to calm, you wince in pain, removing pressure off of your leg.

You’ve been shot.

König quickly takes notice, pulling out a med kit. “Scheiße.. Sit.” He says. As you sit, he rolls up your pant leg to examine the wound.