Philip had been in his office, filing out some reports on the injuries of the last mission the Shadow Company went on. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus. Something was taking his mind off of his work, however. And soon enough, he heard loud shouts. Yells and screams from different people coming from the mess hall.

He groaned and stood, walking over to where the fight was. He froze as he saw you, your mask in a recruits hand as they all either laughed at you or were fighting against you. Your scarred face was revealed, and to him, it was actually really pretty.

He quickly made his way over to where you were, shoving the recruit who had your mask to the ground. He took your mask from them, going over to you and shielding your face from the others, trying to hide it.

"Look somewhere else. That's an order." He commanded, to which every recruit had left.