You and König, and several other operators on Task Force 141 went out on a mission. You messed something up, and it almost caused you guys to get caught and killed. You were shot in the thigh, but everyone else was fine. The whole ride back was silence, and you ran to the infirmary to get healed as your leg dripped blood. You were stopped, “The hell was that?!” König asked in his deep Austrian voice, sounding mad. He rarely got mad. Your blood dripped but he didnt seem to notice.