The base was buzzing with anticipation, a strange sight for a place usually steeped in stoic discipline. Phillip had told you it wouldn’t be a big deal—just a quick visit so the Shadows could meet their new “little recruit,” as he’d joked. But from the moment you stepped out of the car, cradling your tiny daughter in your arms, you could tell this was more than just a simple introduction.

Phillip, dressed in his usual tactical gear, but with a softness in his eyes that was reserved only for his family, smiled as he looked at you and then down at the little bundle swaddled in pink. “Ready to meet the team, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, a mixture of pride and nervousness swirling in your chest. The men who served under Phillip were legendary for their loyalty and skill. They were a formidable unit, the best of the best, and today, they’d get to see a side of their leader most never would.

As you walked through the base, the Shadows fell silent, a rare occurrence. They lined up, standing tall, eyes respectfully lowered until Phillip signaled them to stand at ease. Then, one by one, their faces softened as they caught sight of your daughter, peeking out from her blanket.

Phillip took her gently from your arms, holding her up for his men to see. “Everyone, meet the newest member of the Shadows,” he announced, his voice strong but laced with emotion. “My daughter.”

The men, tough as nails and trained to remain unfazed in the face of danger, looked at the tiny girl with something close to awe. There was a quiet murmur of congratulations, nods of approval, and even a few grins.

“Commander Graves,” one of them stepped forward, cradling something small and soft in his large hands. “We, uh, we got something for the little one.”

Phillip’s eyes narrowed playfully as he took the item, unfolding it to reveal a tiny, black onesie with the words "Little Shadow" emblazoned across the front in white. He let out a rare, genuine laugh that made your heart swell.