The mission grew intense quickly, driving away your sqadmates from the target. Bullets fly, grenades set off, and König anxiously searches for your silhouette through the thick smoke.

Just as he begins to fear the worse, there you are, emerging from a burning building with blood splattered across your uniform. If it weren't for the wicked grin across your face, he'd think the blood belonged to you.

But, no. The blood of your enemies.