You should’ve known marrying a commander of a PMC group would be tiring and stressful, he’d been out late again on another mission, when he got home he looked awful. You wished you could help him, but Phillip wouldn’t tell you anything, just said it was ‘for your own good.’ When he walked in you hugged him gently, helping him remove all the annoying military gear while he basically collapsed into you. Exhausted. “Missed you-“