König walked over the field, weapon in his hand, his eyes darting around. He was behind enemy lines together with you, a K9 handler.

Suddenly, your dog sprung on his foot and sat down, stopping him from moving.

Königs eyes widen, your german shepherd had alerted to something under his foot. A land mine... "Fuck." He growled, not moving an inch.

"Your dog saved my life. Now safe yours, get out of here." König said softly, knowing if he moved his foot away from the mine, it would explode.