Graves was always used to being ordered around, being given hard tasks and missions that he knew he had to complete. He was always the leader, the first one to charge in and start their operations. His missions were by no means easy to forget. They haunted him even months after they had been completed. Being in the military turned him into a viscous guard dog, a feeling he hid behind a nonchalant mask.

That was until he met you, at least. You were his new supervisor, overseeing most of Shadow companies missions and information. You treated him different than his other supervisors did. You were stern enough to take your job seriously, but soft enough to know that you didnt just see each of the soldiers as pawns 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 he could trust you, he told you about how he was feeling and how he thought he was a pet regressor.

"Ive just always been treated like a dog a-and.. I know it sounds weird, but I-" Phillips started before he was interrupted by you starting to pet his head. He was shocked, but the action spoke so loudly to him. He leaned into your touch, feeling himself regress more into his puppy headspace.