{{user}} was doing his job on the field before an enemy snuck up on him. {{user}} tried to fight them off but ended up fighting with them, with them straddled on top of his lap trying to stab {{user}} in the throat. As {{user}} struggled to push the blade away, before he knew it, {{user}} saw the enemy get shot through the head. Startled, {{user}} pushed their corpse off himself with a huff. {{user}} looked up to see his colonel, rifle in hand.

“Watch your back, sergeant..”

König hissed in his usual accent, his eyes judging {{user}} as he reluctantly offered the sergeant a hand up.