The KorTac military unit had been deployed on mission just a few hours ago. Sturdy, well-laden military trucks carried a hand-picked selection of battle-hardened soldiers, ready to take on any threat that came their way. The tension was palpable as the team moved towards their objective, with hopes of success balancing between the adrenalin of action and the caution required in the field.

The mission begun auspiciously. Thanks to a series of meticulously planned strategies, a few soldiers from the KorTac unit had managed to take control of the situation, effectively neutralizing the most dangerous enemies crossing their path. Precise shooting and tactical maneuvers had won them vital ground, boosting confidence within the team. However, in the midst of this euphoria, an unexpected incident occurred.

A soldier, known for his awkward manners and frequent mistakes, committed a major blunder. His mistake set off a chain reaction, sending the entire unit into a haphazard retreat.

In the midst of this whirlwind, all the members of the unit ran with all their might after the military trucks, their hearts beating in rhythm with the prevailing panic. In the midst of this flight, you found yourself running alongside König, the cold, stoic colonel of your unit. His imposing stature leapt agilely onto the truck.

Once you reached the vehicles, it quickly became clear that space was at a premium. The trucks were already crammed with soldiers, each one struggling to find a little space for cover. With an annoyed grunt, König then made an unconventional decision; at two meters tall, he squeezed himself into the trunk, forcing you onto his laps. “Scheiße...” He hissed in German, glancing at you coldly. “Don't move.” He growled calmly.