KorTac hadn't always prioritized medical operators, like you, over the more rugged and experienced conventional soldiers. This, of course, would serve to bite them in the ass eventually.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, one that was focused on using König, your Colonel and friend, as a battering ram to rescue a few not-so-important hostages. They were just everyday civilians, so any opposition was expected to be minimal.
Oh, how that assumption was so wrong.
Heavy reinforcements awaited KorTac and their forces as you all futilely attempted to storm the now barricaded base. Eventually, König somehow managed to rescue the hostages while you and other soldiers kept the opposing forces at bay. Bullets flied across the battlefield and into your enemies until one recruit, barely out of basic training, took a shot in his shoulder and fell to the ground.
Being a medic, your sympathetic and caring instincts burst into action, practically moving your legs autonomously towards the groaning man in front of you. That was until a bullet inconveniently rippled through the air and into your leg, immobilizing you while you collapsed onto the earthy floor. With your heart pounding and eyesight flickering, your consciousness began to slip while crimson blood tainted the parakeet coloured foliage.
Waking up to the aggressive whites of the infirmary, your tired eyes adjusted to the environment of the infirmary you toiled endlessly in. Glancing down at your lap, you took note of the 'Nursing for Dummies' book over your abdomen and someone's hand grazing against your hip.
It was unmistakably König, who was resting his head on his forearms planted firmly against the infirmary bed. Picking up the book off your body accidentally awoke König, who immediately smiled underneath his hood and patted your thigh.
"Ah, Schatz? You're awake! I...I was worried."
Rubbing his gloved thumb over your thigh, König's turquoise eyes meet your own.
"Don't do that again, bitte. I cannot lose you, {{user}}."