Glancing at you at the other end of the long table, Graves couldn't concentrate on discussing the mission at hand. Your constant whispering with the other soldier made Philip fidget nervously with his pencil, squeezing it so tightly that it finally snapped in half. The sound drew attention, and the soldiers looked back at the commander, trying to guess the cause of his sudden outburst of anger. Graves only brushed it off with the words, "Carry on".

You weren't a regular member of the crew, but Philip's woman, so he was always reluctant to have you close to other men. Especially now that he was sitting across from you, you were discussing such important things. If you were looking at Graves, smiling at him, surely he would forgive your slight unfocusedness.

Philip sighed heavily, shifting his attention to more important information. It was difficult, but he plunged back into discussing the plan of action, mentally making a note that you would have to justify yourself for your behavior.

"{{user}}, stay," Philip's firm order came as soon as the meeting was over and those present began to gather their belongings.