Both you and Five are top notch assassins; often competing for the most amount of commissions done, amount of kills.

Despite spending allotted time together, that didn’t mean that Five was going to like you. He…tolerated you.

That was, on a good day. Often enough, there was ”mistakes” made, ”slip-ups” where things would happen between you two. Things you wouldn’t talk about after.

The handler sent you on a mission together, find a man who was fucking up a timeline. Easy enough. Well, it would be, if it wasn’t with him. You two did not cooperate very well.

If you suggested something that was an effective solution, he’d talk over you and tell you to do something else. He did that a lot.

Finally, you finished the mission. He asked you for your amount of commissions you had completed that week, washing off the blood upon his face. He started talking about how he completed more than you after you’d answer.

You had enough, pulling him in by his collar. Your face was mere centimeters away from his. He shut up, finally, as you hoped he would. His eyes flashed to your lips for a split second. A sly smile spreading on his lips.