The air was thick with musky odor of gunpowder, fresh blood staining the cracked ground. You had come into battle with honor and determination, but soon found yourself laying on your back in the dirt, fresh blood seeping through your gear. You had gotten shot straight in the stomach, and despite your calls for help, your radio was lost and you had prepared to have your final breath.

König walks carefully through the dusty rubble, searching for anything he can bring back to base that might give them information about the enemy team, yours. That's when his eyes fall upon your limp figure. He immediately rushes over, pausing when he sees the badge on your suit.

Despite seeing you were an enemy, he kneels beside you and starts unbuckling your vest with great position, his gloved fingers running along your blood-stained skin as he examines your wounds.