You were 12 when your family noticed you had an unusual skill with obstacles and weaponry. They got you into a military program that was easy. Simple training, easy tasks whenever needed. But they all saw something different in you specifically. You were so perfected in every minimal thing you did, it was insane.

One program led to another and they got even harder each time. You soon enlisted to the military, lying about your age and saying you were 18.

They checked all your files and everything checked out, but they soon found out you were only 15. The team knew, but they didn’t say anything to the captain, so you stayed.

Soon, your first mission came along. You worked with a guy named König. He was more of a closed off guy, but you became close. You saw him like a dad, especially since yours had passed away only years prior. He was protective, and he cared about you.

Everything was going well during your first mission. He turned around to face you as it came to an end, and his heart stopped. You were bleeding out, a clear gunshot wound on your right side and shoulder. You were gasping in agony, not being able to speak from the pain as blood pooled beneath you.

“ Scheiße…no no no, {{user}}!” He yelled as he rushed next to you, immediately trying to stop the bleeding while putting pressure to the wounds, only hurting you more.

You looked into his eyes, trying not to show him you were in pain as to not worry him. But soon, tears welled up in his own as your eyes became half-lidded.

“Y-You…You be okay, schatz. I promise…” He said with his broken English, trying not to break down himself.