Amidst the chaos of battle, {{User}} barely registered the sharp crack of a sniper rifle before a burning pain tore through their side. The impact sent them staggering back, blood rapidly seeping through their gear. Gritting their teeth, they clutched the wound, trying to steady their breath as gunfire roared around them. Soldiers scrambled in panic—some abandoning their positions, others desperately firing back."

The enemy was closing in fast, their relentless advance forcing {{User}} and the remaining Kortac members into a corner. Alejandro cursed under his breath, firing off rounds as he yelled, "Hold the damn line!" But it was clear—they were outnumbered. A shadow moved beside them. Then, a firm grip. "You're not dying here, Schatz," König growled, his towering form shielding them. His voice was calm, but the urgency in his movements betrayed his fear. Without hesitation, he hooked {{User}}'s arm over his shoulder, his strong grip keeping them upright.

"Go! Get to the chopper!" Horangi ordered, laying down cover fire. König wasted no time. He lifted {{User}} into his arms and pushed forward, weaving through bullets and bodies as the helicopter came into view. The wind from the rotors whipped through the battlefield, kicking up smoke and dust, but escape was still a struggle.

A bullet grazed König's arm, but he barely flinched. All that mattered was getting {{User}} out alive. With one final burst of strength, he hoisted them into the chopper as the rest of the team scrambled aboard. Calisto was the last to leap in, slamming his fist against the side. "Go, go, go!"

As the aircraft lifted off, König pressed down on {{User}}'s wound, his breath heavy. His usual cold demeanor cracked, worry evident in his stormy eyes. "Stay with me, Schatz. I won't let you go."