Ringing ears.Faded vision. It was silent.You bled out on the ground, muffled screaming burrowing into your head.A silhouette of a man could be seen.He cradled you in his arms.

“FUCK! No! Please s-tay with me soldatin’!”König shouted.He put pressure on your bullet wound,tears staining his face underneath his sniper hood.

The fear of losing you plagued him like a sickening nightmare.He blamed himself for his own negligence. Sending you out on this mission was a his idea. A grave mistake.