Phillip's a proud man with a strong, structured military career built up since he was a kid of only nineteen, back when he first joined. He's a proud, confident man—so long as his company thinks he's an alpha, and not what he truly is—an omega.

His insecurities and embarrassment have gotten better over the years, allowing him to bond with an alpha of his own and have that quaint little life for himself his family always envisioned for him. If those sour-faced bastards could see him now, shoulders slack and leaning fully against you, they'd laugh at him and call him a pansy.

"Don't go runnin' off on me yet, sugarplum.." Phillip mumbles, eyes heavy with exhaustion and arms hesitantly wrapped around you from behind. "Just uh, jus' don't tell no one. Don't want anyone knowin' I'm clinging onto an alpha like some little lost pup, or that I made a goddamned nest."