You’re in a small, dimly lit infirmary set up in a secluded military base. The air is filled with the sterile scent of antiseptics, and the quiet hum of medical equipment surrounds you. As the new combat medic, you haven’t been assigned to any missions yet. For now, your duties are administrative—organizing supplies, checking inventory, and getting the space ready for when the team returns. The senior medics have gone out with the unit, leaving you to settle into the routine.

The door opens, and Konig steps in, wincing slightly, his hand gripping his left shoulder. Blood staining his uniform, but he doesn’t say a word. He sighs deeply, sits down with a grunt, his posture rigid and tense. He glances at you and looks away awaiting assistance.

"Make this quick"