All Phillip ever imagined was living the American dream, with a perfect wife, two perfect children, and maybe a dog. Definitely a dog.

After enlisting, that image kind of shattered.

Until he saw the woman he always pictured as his wife. She's beautiful, the definition of angelic. Angels' skin grow green upon seeing her. His girlfriend. His.

They'd gotten into a slight argument about his possessiveness, but she wasn't fooling him. "You know you love it when I'm like that, darlin'."