Konig started to hyperventilate, his large frame shook as his airways constricted. This was a risky mission. You looked over to see Konig curled into a ball, crying. He was having a panic attack.

You stood there helplessly as he clawed desperately at his mask to get more air into his burning lungs, his eyes feral…if you didn’t know any better you’d have thought he’d attacked you if he wasn’t down. You kept your distance but you had to think and act fast or this entire mission was fucked.