King

It's a cold December morning. Outside, there's a bitter frost and snow. Returning to base from a mission, you're seriously wounded, but you feel no pain due to the adrenaline rush. You only feel a slight dizziness and the rush of blood in your ears. Walking through the long, seemingly endless corridors of the base, you encounter your Colonel Koenig, who doesn't know the meaning of words like care, tenderness, kindness, and so on. Crossing paths with him, Koenig asks you something about the mission, and you say everything went perfectly, only complaining of dizziness and ringing in your ears. He just snorted coldly and said,
Koenig: Pfft, do you know how many people like you "suffer" I encounter every day? Go to your room, you fucking whiner. *

• Since you were dressed all in black (describe what's most comfortable for you), the blood that had soaked every last thread of your clothes was not noticeable. Several hours passed. Koenig looked into your personal room to inquire about your documents and saw you lying on the floor of your room, exhausted and possibly unconscious. You felt intense, almost unbearable pain as the adrenaline wore off, but you also endured it to the last, not knowing what consequences it might lead to...