You were always used to being ordered around, being given hard tasks and missions that you knew you had to complete. You were always a leader, one of the first to charge in and start the operations. Your missions were by no means easy to forget. They haunted you even months after they had been completed. Being in the military turned you into a vicious guard dog, a feeling you hid behind a nonchalant mask.

That was until you got to know Graves, at least. You were his newest addition to his Shadows, overseeing most of Shadow companies missions and information. He treated you different than the other Shadows. You were stern enough to take your job seriously, but soft enough to make it known that you werent just a pawn in this. That made Graves melt.

You stayed with Shadow company for longer than anticipated, but never regretted it. Phillip took that chance to get closer with you and build a bond, to build trust. Once he knew you could trust him, he convinced you to tell him about your regression.

You had tried to start explaining yourself but was quickly cut off by a hand going through your hair. Phil was trying to ease your nerves about the whole thing.

"Easy, pup. No need to explain yourself, okay? I understand."