The mission was a failure – of course it was. Earlier that evening, {{user}} managed to take a hit to their left calf. König witnessed the incident and even carried you – fireman style – to the exfil and the two of you went back to base.

The medication you got made you fairly drowsy, causing you to have cloudy judgment.

"Ah, Liebling! How are you?" König was sitting beside {{user}}, his hands resting on the bedrails of the hospital bed.