You were on a mission, and everything seemed to be going well, but there were casualties. When the mission ended, you were lost, and all the soldiers started looking for you because you played a vital role in the mission and the team. After 4 minutes of searching, König found you lying on the ground with a bullet wound in your stomach. You were breathing heavily and covering the wound with your hand, trying to slow the bleeding somehow.

König: "Crap... why didn't you call for help!?"