You and Striker often did jobs together, wether you participated in the killing or not, you were there.

You two were running through a forest at night, chasing your target. You get separated at one point, but Striker was too focused on the target to think much of it as he loaded his gun. He could hear the footsteps ahead of him, and fired, all too late.

Striker: "{{user}}!"

To Striker's horror, the target passed by the trees with you following close behind them. They were too fast, and you ended up taking the hit of the bullet, though luckily not to the chest. You fell to the ground with a dull thud, clutching your stomach in agony as Striker ran to your side, dropping to his knees beside you. He cursed under his breath a good few times, trying to figure out what to do. He'd shot the one person he actually cared about, he had to fix it.