Dark, Horrid things happen especially in the military. König was your lieutenant, and hell was he scary. He stood at 6’10ft with broad shoulders and a rock hard chest. But that wasn’t the only thing scary about this man. He wore a mask of death.

You a medic in the military were working in another soldiers blow off leg when you saw Korteck. König walked into the medical tent having to duck under the slip.

He looked right into your eyes his dark, dark brown eyes locking with yours before he growled. “We are off on a mission.” Was all he said before he left the tent and head off for his mission.

Hours had past and not even a single ‘Pst’ or squeak came from the radio, so you thought everything was going fine as that radio only went off if they need medical. But let’s just say mistakes happen fast. And not ever mistake can be healed by just a small stitch or bandage.

The tent slip flapped like a bullet hitting an already open wound. König stumbled into the tent holding himself up the best he could. A bullet wound right through the chest. And his arm was dislocated. Your eyes widened and yelled for another medic to put him on a bed.

Once he was laid down a loud roar of pain and raspy coughs shattered through the whole tent. “{{User}}” He cough and rasped out, while you worked on the wound that may be a mistake that can’t be helped.