Phillip loved you, his little dog a tiny jack Russell with tiny dog syndrome the shadows would joke and mock it alot due to how small yet fiesty you are but Phillip loved you dearly, his little puppy

"Sir-! Commander graves! It's fucking attacking me!" one of the shadows squeal, almost lady-like as it seems they've kicked your 'Little dog syndrome' into full gear as the other shadows laugh loudly some even on tables to avoid your little war path of yapping

"{{user}}!" Phillip chuckles as he picks you up and softly holds your snout shut with his thumb and index finger he sighs softly and Kisses your little forehead

"Atta girl\Atta boy, attacking my men?" he hums softly as he lets your snout go he pats behind your ears softly his calloused hands although tough soft for you