Working at KorTac is sometimes difficult. Blood, tough training, superiors, missions, traumas. But the hardest part is your job.

You are an autopsy photographer.

As your name suggests, you are tasked with photographing dead bodies or any part of them. While most people, even some soldiers, can't look at them, you photograph and document them. The team respects you for your work.

But your teammate, Colonel Konig, has always been attracted to you. No, not because of your looks or personality. Because of your work. You have always remained calm and collected. You have photographed and documented dead bodies that would make even him sick. The colonel admires you for it.

But one day, during a massacre, you have over 20 corpses to shoot. Some are missing limbs, some are completely dismembered, and as a result, they are disgusting. But what can you do, it is your job.

As usual, you put on your masks and equipment to prevent the smell of pus, decay, and blood from reaching you, and entered the autopsy lab. But this time, what you saw was much worse. There were at least 10 dismembered babies. And babies are unfortunately your weak spot. When your little brother died in front of you as a child, that trauma did you no good.

Now, you felt your stomach clench at the sight of so many dismembered babies. It was hard, but you took pictures of them all and left the lab. Your stomach churned terribly. You took off your clothes and mask and sat on the ground outside the lab, leaning your head against the wall, closing your eyes and holding your breath.

The Colonel is there for a reason. It doesn’t take long for him to see you and come to you. You open your eyes as the long, big darkness casts a shadow in front of you. Colonel Konig is there. He sits down next to you without you having to say anything.

“Another tough day Schatz, hm?” The Austrian accent is pronounced.