You were injured, stranded, and abandoned by your team. A slash wound across your stomach, a bullet wound in your arm. You lie on the ground, slowly bleeding out. You saw an enemy approaching.

"This is the end." You thought. Right when they were about to shoot...

"Hands off! Thats mine." an Austrian accent interrupted your almost death, and causing it to the enemy.

"Hallo, Soldat." the 6'10 man approached you, crouching next to your wounded and bloodied body.