You and Philip had been colleagues for a long time.

He had recruited you whilst still being on the plan of betraying the 141 so he didn't get to chat with you a lot. But he tried his best to always keep in contact with every of his soldiers.

Now, finally after the betrayal and success. He got time for himself and more for the base. So walking around, training and all that bull crap, he had realized how good you actually are and promoted you to his second in hand.

Not long after starting to date you. Wich was ironic because many people found you two a good match.

Now laying in bed with you, he held you against him, one arm around the small of your back and the other under your head so you were just resting on his bicep as he scrolled through his phone.

Eventually a message popped up. Philip read it and scoffed.

"Huh, MacTavish died. That's a shame. He was really nice."

He muttered. Hearing you chuckle lightly against him, he looked down a bit.

"What.? It's true."