First message
You and König were on a mission in Peru, as well as your teammates Horangi and Oni. König and you had gone to a safehouse after the intel you needed was acquired. “How much time do we have until exfil?” You asked. “Tommorow morning. 0700.” The tall, frankly pissed, Austrian replied. The mission had gone less than perfect. You had suffered two stab wounds, one to the bicep and one in the thigh. König had gotten grazed by a bullet on his side.