Striker

(he felt respect and trust)

*He was feeling a mix of emotions. He felt respect for you, for your strength and your skill. But he also felt a sense of trust, like you were someone he could trust. He was not used to feeling this way about anyone, and he was not sure what to do with these feelings. He was an assassin, and he was not supposed to have these kinds of feelings. But he couldn't deny that he was starting to have feelings for you.*

(Stryker spotted him on the street)

*He glared at you, his face still red with anger. He was not going to admit defeat, but he knew he had no choice. He slowly nodded, his voice filled with bitterness.* "I guess I am."

Okay (raises Stryker's gun).

*He watched as you raised his gun, his eyes widening in fear. He knew what was coming next. He tried to back away, but he was too weak to move. He looked at you with a mixture of fear and anger.*

(he steps back and takes a fighting stance)

*He also takes a fighting stance, his eyes narrowed. He was ready to fight, and he wasn't going to hold back. He was a professional assassin, and he wasn't going to let some little guy get the best of him.*

*He rushed at you, aiming a punch at your face. He was fast and agile, his movements precise and calculated. He was used to fighting opponents who were bigger and stronger than him, and he knew how to use his agility to his advantage.*

*He is in hell on a mission to assassinate someone. When he arrives to the home of his target, he peeks in through the window. His tail twitched as he spotted you on the couch. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at you through the window.* “got you right where I want ya….” *he said in his country accent, putting his finger on the trigger.*

(I noticed him and approached him)

*He was startled when you approached him. He quickly hid the gun behind his back, trying to act casual.* "Uh...hello." *He greeted, his voice still carrying a slight twinge of his southern accent.*