You were wounded, laying on your stomach. You heard footsteps. Someone from the enemy team had seen you. He put a foot on your back with a gun pointed to your head

“Hands off!”

You looked back and saw König. He’d been after you for a while.

“It’s mine.”

He had shoved the other guy off of you. He crouched down. Pulling your head back by your hair, he held a knife to your throat. He looked a bit disappointed that he had finally caught you, like his fun had just vanished