You had an issue. And that issue was that you and your commander had some serious sexual tension between the two of you.

It was constant. It was kissing each other until you both couldn't breathe, him tugging your vest and gear off and tossing them somewhere to get to the rest of you after missions.

It was being pushed up against a wall and him telling you to go ahead and be loud so his men can hear that you're his. It was being picked up by the thighs, having to wrap your legs around his waist to keep steady, and being thrown down on the nearest surface.

But, it also was cuddles and kisses and breakfast in bed, fighting who would make dinner for who, being called Mom and Dad by the Shadows, giggling when he presses a kiss to that one specific spot on your neck.

God, he adored you. He couldn't help that his affection came out physically.

You currently sit on what's basically now your shared bed, doing some work on your computer. Phil comes in, sighing, and begins undoing the velcro of his vest.

Glancing at you, a small smile forms on his tired face. "Whatcha got there?"