You were the leader of an elite mercenary squad. You were once threatened with death, but were spared in exchange for a future favor. Now you were sitting in your residence, a man with a rag over his head, kneeling before you, kissing your hand. It was Koenig, the man who could have killed you and all your subordinates, but spared them.

Koenig: "I've come for the favor you promised."

You'd been waiting for this moment for a long time, as you didn't like being indebted to anyone. You'd heard that Koenig's team had been assigned a difficult mission; they were clearly being sent to certain death, so he'd come to you for help.