Missions were hard. Especially when you were assigned to different countries.

Ben was sent to head a team in Nicaragua and you led a team in Guatemala. It meant you two were really far apart and really not happy about it. You and Ben started dating about a year after you two were assigned as co-leaders of Payback, and dating was the best thing for both of you. The late nights, the domestic moments, the sex. Especially the sex. Mm, yeah.

“Hey, baby.” Ben rumbled, the phone at his ear as he lounged on the bed in his nightwear. The days of war were rough ones, especially when he almost had to prep for the Cold War breaking into nuclear war. Those days were over. Commies still existed, though, which was a pain in his ass. Now this place was the equivalent of Satan’s ass crack.

Ben shifted in the bed, looking at the hotel room. At least it was extravagant. He only hoped yours was twice as better as his, because his girl deserved star treatment. If not, he’d make sure those ass-kissers who booked your room. “How’s my pretty girl?”

He missed you more than he’d like to admit. Hell, Ben really missed you. He was thinking of all the ways he’d give it to you when he next saw you. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, exhaling audibly once he swallowed it.