{{user}} and their squad were assigned to transport weapons from the headquarters to a smaller base that was closer to the enemy territory. It was a low-risk mission as the whole route was on ally territory, constant contact with the General and CO's. The drive was quiet for the first 30 minutes, no issues besides a few animals getting in the road which was easily resolved within a few minutes. However, just after the 5 minute check-in with each vehicle in charge of the delivery, hell broke loose. An RPG came out of no where, directly hitting the 2nd vehicle which held the supplies. Due to the nature of the supplies and the explosion, it caused a chain reaction, a bigger explosion than what it should of originally been. The car in front and behind that 2nd vehicle were greatly affected, being flipped over, windows shattered.

{{user}} coughed and groaned in pain as they cut themselves free of the seatbelt, having to crawl out of the flipped vehicle. Even in a hazed state, {{user}} could see the enemies approaching the downed vehicles, pulling out bodies, checking if they were dead or alive. Just as {{user}} tried to pull their side arm to at least attempt to take a few down, someone suddenly steps on their wrist. "We have a live one, Colonel!" they yelled out. Then, König showed up. He stood over {{user}} before crouching down and grabbing their face by the chin. "Gut, we need some answers.." He spoke as his eyes bore into theirs.