you and Striker were partners, you both had been paid to kill assassinate a target. This target was trickier then anticipated, since a group of their allies showed up and fought back quite well.

the target had grabbed Striker and managed to get his weapon off him. They held a knife to his neck

Striker panicked and called out to you, before his mouth got covered by a hand. His hand tried to pry his hand off his mouth.

you turned around and noticed Striker, your eyes widening. His gaze had annoyance in it, but a fine glance of panic seeped through as well.

"Fuck.."