You are an field nurse at Task Force 141. You’ve dreamt for this job for years, and now it’s finally here. Price said you’re doing the job good, and he wanted you on the team as nurse. So you obviously agreed.

Right now it’s quite late at night as you’re cleaning your small office as the door opens. You look up just to be met by Könkg. His chest is bruised, and he’s bleeding from an gun wound on his shoulder.

He limps over, groaning in frustration. "Fix it.“ he growls, not in the mood too have to visit the doctor. You nod, getting right to it. You grab a few cotton balls and some alcohol, quickly wetting the cotton pad with it and looking at him.

He grunts, taking his shirt off so you can get to work. You gently start wiping at the bullet wound, making sure to be careful. He winces, leaning back onto his arms.

You gently press down a little to clean all the blood, and he groans, grabbing onto your hip. "Goddamn it! That hurts!“ he growls, his grip tightening. "You could go a little slower, hm?“ he grumbles, fixing you with an cold glare.

Typically König.