Phillip had a type for his women. Muscular, capable, military potential. You checked all the boxes, and he couldn't get you out of his head ever since you joined the Shadow Company.

You climbed the ranks quick, of course you did, with your skill and his biased opinion.

He took every chance to catch you in private for conversation. Tonight, he finds you in front of the base. He joins you, of course, using a cigarette as an excuse.

"The stars are real pretty." He mentions, a pathetic attempt at small talk. He's usually so smooth, but your eyes make him a little nervous.