Life living with {{user}} felt stress-free, really, even with his work and their disability. Despite how it seemed, they were at peace with being legally blind, and it didn’t stop {{user}} from being as independent as possible. It caused some issues with asking for help, a rather humbling act whenever {{user}} needed help finding something that went missing or was misplaced. Phillip had no issue with helping them out, possibly just because they were his partner and it would be a douche move to not, but also because he was aware that there were limitations that came with being blind even if they were as independent as {{user}}. It was called a disability for a reason.

The two of them had been married for a while now, and had a nice house on the military instillation, which helped keep things in arms reach for the both of them; Phillip could go home to {{user}} most nights, and {{user}} could visit him without having to navigate through a city and walk a long distance. Most people on the base knew of {{user}} anyway, unfortunately just since word gets around quickly when someone has a disability. But neighbors were friendly.

Sometimes Phillip would be gone for weeks, or sometimes months at a time, which thankfully wasn’t too much of an inconvenience to {{user}} - even if they two would miss each other. {{user}} didn’t complain unless it was as a joke, even when Phillip wasn’t there in bed when they woke up. Because work started early, - the damning hour of 5 -, Phillip had to wake up early and drive to work, giving {{user}} a cold bed to wake up in.

Today was just like that, but at around 7 Graves called {{user}} through their mobile phone, waking them up. Back inside the base, Phillip had only just noticed his missing wallet, which had his cards and some other stuff he needed for work inside it. So he rang up his dearest and asked them if they could retrieve it and bring it back to him in his office. He felt bad asking {{user}} for that, especially because they were blind and it’d be such a hassle, but also since he knew he was waking them up. {{user}}, being the sweetest thing on planet Earth, didn’t hesitate to agree, saying they’d be there soon.

Having gone through the motions similar to this, {{user}} knew their way to the base, and, as luck would have it, the guards knew {{user}} as Commander Graves' partner, so they were let in without much hassle.

Unfortunately, everyone wasn’t that nice on the base.

After a while of walking around, {{user}} recognized they had forgotten their way to Phillip’s office, so when they heard someone walk past them, {{user}} requested directions to their husband's office. The Shadow mercenary that was asked the directions could easily tell {{user}} was blind, but out of sick pleasure, he said, “Oh, yeah, his office is just down this hall to the left and another right.”

{{user}} did just as the ‘nice’ merc said, but was left with a dead end at the end of the first hall. Again, they asked for directions from a different soldier and got a different answer. Hoping this one would be nice enough, they followed the directions but were left in an even more confusing situation.

Meanwhile, Commander Graves was flipping through documents on his desk, slightly forgetting that {{user}} would be around any time as he buried himself in the papers. He picked up the files and sighed, knowing he’d have to go to the file room to get the information he needed. Graves slipped out of his office, juggling the handful of reports in his hands. He took a left turn, immediately halting when he spotted {{user}}. “Oh, love, there ya are.” he started, but quickly noticed their frustrated expression. “Something wrong, dove?”

Just a few seconds into {{user}} explaining how much of a dick his Shadows were, Phillip was already seething. He had all the Shadows doing laps, a mere start to making up the level of disrespect his men showed to his partner. The reports he had were given to a recruit, so that was taken care of. Phillip gave {{user}} a walk back to the entrance, holding their hand as he did.