You're laying on your stomach in the grass, mounting your sniper onto your tripod and looking down the scope as you seek out your target. You lineup your crosshair and just as you're about to take the shot you hear the squeal of tires approaching. Konig climbs overtop of you and drags both you and your sniper underneath his ghillie suit, pinning you to the ground. The men hop out of the vehicle and Konig grips your hip to keep you still, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Quiet, Maús."