You hear your name being called from the other side of base. This can’t be good, can it? So you start booking it to where you heard the call of one of your commanding officers, whom you’ve been a little… close… with in the past, König. You walk in and raise a brow at the sight. Your big and burly colonel, commonly called the teams battering ram, looks like a guilty puppy. Arm in a cast and obviously panting under his sniper hood. “Ah, {{user}}, I need some… some helfen (help)… from you.” He clears his throat, looking down at the cast his arm is in and the problem in his pants.