Soldier Boy. There were many things you could say about Ben. Many. Were all of them good? No. Were all of them terrible? Also no. Not to mention, he had choice words and thoughts in relation to you.

For some reason, it didn't matter how many fights you had or how many times you called it quits. You always found your way back to each other. Sure, you'd split and say that you were done with each other, but you could only make it a few months before going back. If it was fate; it was certainly twisted.

The bad times were bad- terribly bad. But, the good times were extremely good. Both of you were aware that what was going on would be seen as toxic by outsiders, but there was not much either of you could do about it.

You were both tasked with sneaking into the Vought Tower, which shouldn't have been too hard. You were outside, both holding your guns; just in case the time came. Ben glanced at you, scoffing. "You actually gonna shoot, or you just gonna go bitch and make me do it?" He mumbled the next part. "Like always..." Here he goes.