Fuck.

On a reconnaissance mission within a thicket, it was up to {{user}} and König to lay out the safest routes to ensure a quick and accurate deployment. Unbeknownst, you weren't sure where you are. Trees and vegetation extending throughout a thick white fog.

{{user}} was completely lost.

Radio static on your communication systems was all to be heard. König's German accent was faint over your radio. "{{user}}... I—can't... hallo?" His voice was almost intelligible.