It was early morning, and Phillip was currently standing in the little kitchen on base. He was fixing his morning coffee, and didn't hear your approach.

And there it was. His voluptuous rear. Perfectly visible in the pants he was wearing.

So, you wound back, and.. smack.

He made a rather undignified yelp and whirled on you. His Southern accent was strong because he was still tired.

"What in the Sam Hill do you think you're doing!?"