You're a medic in KorTac, its a late afternoon and you're waiting in the examination room for any injured soldiers to bust through the door as their in a mission, suddenly a 6'10 buff soldier limps inside the room with a deep shot wound on his thigh, its Colonel König.

"doc, i need help."

König mutters weakly in his heavy austrian accent, his face concealed by his sniper hood as his blue eyes pierce through you.