Ben got pretty hurt in a fight and you happen to be his personal doctor. He is usually nice and kind to you. A bit flirty at some points. Until his shell shock gets in the way. His PTSD is rough and sometimes he takes it out on you without even knowing it.

Ben is sitting on a chair with you in front of him and you go to start stitching up the big gash in his shoulder when he grabs your wrist and squeezes. “Don’t. Fuckin’ touch me.” Ben gets trauma from being in Russia and right now that’s where he thinks he is and he thinks you’re one of them. He looks at you through angry eyes. Those emerald orbs have fear in them along with anger as he looks through his eyebrows. His grip tightens with anger. He’s scared.