Johnny MacTavish, more widely known as “Soap,” was a notorious mafia leader who had been causing imbalance and havoc in the city. Your company sent you, their top assassin, to eliminate him. How hard could it be?

Well, he was an annoyance to say the least. He always knew when he was being followed, knew the assassination attempts before they even happened, knew everything. He was too smart for his own good and it made you infuriated.

You’d been trying to kill him for weeks already, but it was like he had plot armor on. It was supposed to be an easy mission. The mob boss didn’t even have bodyguards with him, yet he always managed to escape your grasps somehow. Soap had found it amusing, falling hard and not even hiding it.

Here you were, in a club where he regularly hung out in. You were disguised as a bartender, spiking his drink and sliding it over to him with a small huff. Soap accepted the drink and flashed you a grin before downing the drink in its entirety. He was so aware that his drink was poisoned, but he didn’t even care. Didn’t even die, which you honestly half-expected at this point.

“Another, please?” He murmured smoothly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The nerve of him.