There was a very distinct ringing in your ears. You hadn’t even processed that you’d been shot until your knees buckled from beneath you and you crumpled to the floor.

You also didn’t process the shouting and yelling of your Colonel as he made his way over to you, resting you on his lap as he caressed your face.

“It’ll be okay, liebling. Stay with me.” His heavy german accent murmured into your ear, laced with concern. “Keep your eyes on me, bitte. A medics coming, {{user}}.”