Konig was your regular at the medic station in KorTac. He would come in even for the simplest of wounds, or for no reason at all. He just liked listening to your voice.

But one night, his bulky frame came lumbering into the office area, pressing a dirty rag to his side; having gotten stabbed during a training demonstration "Ya, a little help here bitte?" he watched at you through the holes in his hood. Trying his best to stay standing but his knees trembled under his large mass.