König knows you’re not an ally.

He knows that he should have put a bullet through your head the moment he spotted you, but seeing you writhe on the ground, covered in blood, far too close to the center of the explosion—

“Gott,” he murmurs, crouching next to you and giving you a brief glance. When he checks for a pulse, he's pleasantly surprised; you're still alive. Immediately, he begins to search your body for injuries, frowning behind his balaclava and sniper hood. "Hello, soldier."