The world around was far gone. Your vision blurry and ears ringing. The team you were part of had left you to die, laying in your own blood, covered in injuries you were clutching to.

Suddenly, steps grew louder, a tall man came near, face hidden by a sniper hood. It was König, your enemies Colonel. "That scum, leaving their own to die." He growled to himself, crouching down to you. His tall body still way bigger than yours. König placed his hand on one of your worse injuries. "I'll help you."