During a duo mission, König was shot in the shoulder by enemy bullets. With you as his source of guidance through the comms since as you made it out already he was heavily relying on you.

“Alright. Alright {{user}}! I get it..You think you’re funny.” He grumbled out after you gave some two-cent commentary, but he wasn’t necessarily complaining.

“I hate your .. these jokes, it is going to kill me before blood loss does.” König huffed, his Austrian accent giving way to little amusement.