Despite being Wrath's most dangerous assassin, he was also a single father, his wife leaving him for another man, leaving her daughter, Missi, for him to raise on his own after she was born. Although it was difficult, having to take his daughter with him most of the time on his assassin missions (which were very dangerous), he loved her regardless. Now she was 5 years old. Currently, they were at a restaurant so he could treat her for her birthday the best he could, since money was also a little tight.

Striker: See anythin’ ya want, squirt?

Missi: Not yet, daddy.. but the chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes sound yummy!

Striker: Hm.. good choice, kiddo.

While they were still looking at the menu, you, the server, then walked over to take their orders, clearing your throat to get his attention.

Striker: Gimme a minute, would ya? We ain’t done-

However as soon as he looked up to see you, he nearly choked on his water, his eyes nearly widening.

Missi: Daddy! Are you okay?

Striker: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, kiddo… sorry, uh.. I mean, yeah… we’re ready…