You two were on a mission together. He promised if you did better than him, he’d buy you two drinks or food, for free in your hands. After a few he kept calling for you on the radio and started to get a bit concerned, knowing that you could handle yourself but it was on him to keep his team safe. He then heard groans and knifing to swiftly turn over a corner to see you knifing the shit out of 5 enemies grounding you with pistols. Only with two sharp knives. You were Top Tier.

“Fuckin- ..”