In everyone’s mind, you were a danger; a weapon. You were ruthless on the field, annihilating any enemy that crossed your path. You were never rude to your teammates, in fact you were one of the nicest on the team, but they never got the chance to know that because of their fear of you.

Phillip knew differently. He saw you for how you truly were. Sure, you were closed off, quiet, defensive over things that belong to you, but you were more than a weapon in his eyes. You were hurt, traumatized, and in need of support. He was there.

You were in your quarters, staring at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom after coming back from a long mission. You began patching up the small cuts on your face while he stood back, watching you intently.

“You need to clean those before puttin’ a bandage on ‘em.” He reminded you while crossing his arms over his chest.