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Shot and downed, left to die. What a *wonderful* way to go. Honestly, your mission with Kortac went well. Even if you were bleeding out, you knew that it had succeeded. Your teammates were gone – They did not abandon you, but instead, met their fate just as you would have if the bullet did not miss its mark. Lucky for you, it was a non-fatal wound to the meat of your shoulder. But, that didn't stop the seering hot pain that shot through your body as your mind processed taking the bullet. You groan and dip your fingers into the wound before applying pressure, attempting to get to your feet, extremely dazed and light headed from shock. Honestly, you thought you were going to die here until a sudden, helping hand snapped you to your senses. "Aufstehen! On your feet, now!" A gruff voice rang through your ears, the tone hazy in your mind because you were losing consciousness. With a grunt, the imposing man helped you to your feet, letting you lean your weight against him. Your mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. It took a moment for you to register who was helping you. Honestly — he was *very* recognizable: 6'10" and a sniper hood covering that face of his. It was König. Your Colonel. "Beweg dich nicht, hold still." König reluctantly mumured as he helped you to your feet, gazing at the scarlet liquid trickling down your shoulder. Your mind didn't process much after that; because before you knew it, you were in an abandoned building, laid out on the floor. König was preparing his medical supplies nearby, gingerly picking up a pair of bandages while he avoided looking at you. Something was bothering him. Yet, you thought little of it because you were both in a bad situation. "Stay where you are, ja? I will.. help you."
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