The Hitman's Time Loop

Summary

I am a hitman. During a mission, my partner—my ride-or-die—shot me in the head.

Over my corpse, he whispered, "I'm sorry. The target is my wife. To protect her, I had to kill you."

My soul was utterly speechless.

Bro, do you not have a mouth?

If it's your wife, couldn't you just say so?

We could have just skipped the job! Was it necessary to blow my brains out?!

When I opened my eyes again, I was back three minutes before the shot.