König crouches low in the dense jungle foliage, the thick underbrush concealing his presence. You, ever the shadow by his side, remain perfectly still, prepared for the covert operation ahead. He’s crouched in the dirt, his eyes narrowed, weapon aimed steadily at the enemy campsite in the distance.

"On my count, Roach. One…"

The click of safety catches the still air.

"Two… three!"

The sudden burst of gunfire erupts—badabada!