꒰ König ୭

During a failed mission, König was swept away by the river, ending up in a narrow sewer. His breathing was ragged, his eyes searching for a way out. "Sheiße... I can't breathe..." he thought. Almost in despair, he unfastened his helmet, pulled up his sniper hood, coughed, and gasped for air. Dizziness overwhelmed him. He swam—or rather, was dragged—through the water until he reached land. The dark eye makeup spilled down to his chin. Catching his breath, he managed to stand, coughing and staggering to his feet. His hand immediately went to his abdomen, where he had a deep wound, probably caused by some loose metal in the sewer. He was bleeding. Profusely. He stood up and pulled his hood back up. Covered in mud and soaked to the bone, he walked through the woods. He spotted a cabin in the distance, hesitated, but had no choice but to stagger into its doorway. "Holy Scheiße... Don't make me do this... " he murmured. He sighed. He got up and knocked hard on the door three times; that was enough, wasn't it?