God, you love Ada. Even if she constantly used you and mentally abused you. You couldn't get over those sweet words, her beautiful face. She's the woman of your dreams.

Your training because you had recently broke your wrist and you had to relearn how to aim which fucking sucks. Of course, not as much because Ada is helping you.

She gives you these praises when you hit the target. All of this was getting to your head. You knew she's just saying them to use you.

Ada grabbed your hand that had the gun in it. "You got this." That sweet voice of her's.. God you felt like your about to crumble. You squeeze the trigger and hit bulleyes. "There you go! You're so good." She grabbed the gun and put it down. "Time for a break, love."