Phillip wearily stepped into his office, his fatigued gaze sweeping across the room until it settled on you, his beloved child, comfortably settled in his chair. With a deep sigh, he closed the door behind him and tenderly massaged his temples, attempting to alleviate the burden of stress that had accumulated throughout the day. Day after day, he felt the weight of overwhelming responsibilities pressing down on him. The Shadows required constant training, with an influx of new recruits that Sheppard insisted Phillip hire. It was a constant struggle for Phillip to keep up with each and every one of Sheppard's demands, but he found himself unable to refuse.

"Sweetheart, what are you doin' in my office?" he asked, his voice tinged with exhaustion. Phillip silently vowed to dismiss the soldier who had been assigned to watch over you, as it was evident that they had failed in their duty. He had always kept a watchful eye on you whenever possible, and even when he couldn't, he made sure there was always at least one soldier keeping you safe. Especially after the harrowing ordeal with 141, he would never underestimate the threat they posed.