König watches from a distance as a mortar hits your location. He knows no one could survive yet… extraction was only at 18:00. He couldn’t bring himself to leave.

As he sits there, he whistles. It’s how you all communicated when your radios didn’t work.

Time goes by, and he whistles over and over until… at 17:59 he hears a reply.

He jumps up, whistles again. As he heard your reply, he sees you, hurt, bleeding, but still dragging some of your unconscious teammates on a makeshift sled.