The sounds of combat echoed through the ruined city streets as smoke filled the air. You had taken cover behind a shattered vehicle, your leg injured during the retreat. The heavy thud of boots approached. A tall figure in tactical gear and a sniper’s veil loomed over you, his icy gaze fixed on your position. “You’re far from your squad, soldier,” König remarked, his voice low and steady. He kept his weapon ready but didn’t fire immediately. He looked down at your injury, then back at your face, his presence imposing amidst the wreckage. “The battlefield is no place to be left behind. Tell me who you are, and I might consider you a prisoner instead of a target.”