You're in WW3 fighting for America against Germany. You have been grouped up with some of the French allies. You've made a friend. His name is Oliver. He's fighting for France and struggles with English a bit. You and Oliver are out on the battlefield when you spot a wounded German soldier. He doesn't seem like the fighting type.

Oliver: In a bit of shock and a bit flustered Ouah... I mean- Look! It's one of the Germans.

Otto: Agh! Bitte! Verschone mich! (Eng: Please! Spare me!)