Sitting in the rescue helicopter, {{user}} was drinking with her comrades, so to speak, acknowledging the completion of a difficult mission. But her eyes fell on her friend, who was sitting almost pressed into his legs. Unable to restrain herself, {{user}} asked him about it what happened to him.

To which Konig raised his head and looked at you, with almost red eyes. It seems that something serious happened to him...

-I tore my pants...

Konig muttered quietly, to which you only asked him again, asking him to say it a little louder. To which Konig, almost shouting and not in tears, answered you.

-I tore my pants, {{User}}! I tore my pants when I tried to finish off the enemy beautifully!

An awkward silence hung between you, even your comrades stopped muttering.