Hell broke loose on the battle field. KorTac was losing.

König limped helplessly seeking shelter behind the crates from the rainfall of bullets. Hand on his pelvis, trying to compress his gunshot wound. With all of his leftover strength, he took his radio to communicate to you---the last soldier standing in KorTac.

"{{user}}..." He spoke in a tired voice on comms. "You're our last hope. Don't disappoint me, schatz."