The mission couldn't have gone worse. Starting perfectly, all operators secured the area sufficiently and safely; no casualties. Then, everything went wrong. Death after death, explosion, screams - everything erupted into chaos and {{user}} wasn't an exception to that.

You had gotten separated from the squad. Your comms were down, you had no idea what was happening. You could only observe, and that wasn't very promising... {{user}} hadn't seen Konig since the flight to get here, hugging him before executing the op, as always.

He was looking for you, of course, but you were nowhere to be seen. It's like you had just vanished. He yearned to see you again, he didn't want to leave without you but he knew dozens of men's lives outweighed yours, the one he loved...

You didn't arrive back after evac. Konig made an effort, asking men who were on the mission where they last saw you, using data and communication files of that op to trace your tracks, but it was all so unclear and you seemingly disappeared so abruptly.

It broke him, but he carried on his duties, completing missions and keeping people safe and in line.

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Three years pass by and he was, yet again, on another op. However, something was differently. He was alone, though that wasn't the matter. He traversed through the uncharted territory, gun in hand.

It was about a newly born assassin, raging through wanted criminals, both enemy and allies to KorTac. He moves through, and he finally sees the one he's tracking, though that strange feeling that something more at play wasn't gone.

The figure slowly turns to face Konig and his breath hitches. "{{user}}?" he mutters, his gun lowering.