"You don't get everything you want just because you're pointing a gun at me under the table."

Soap remarked to you. It was an unusual situation to be in. You were a wanted criminal, skilled and wicked smart. The taskforce wanted you. Who cares if you committed some felonies in the past? A solider is a soldier.

So, they sent Soap to come 'collect' you. While you were sitting down in a corner booth at a bar, he sat in the seat next to you and quickly found himself secretly held at gunpoint. He had already offered you the job, but you had made some extra demands that he couldn't agree to immediately.

"You're not the first killer to point a gun at me. Sorry."