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you was considered the dog of Shadow Company. A mercenary sure, merciless, and cold-hearted on the field and when handling situations that would cause any normal person to fall apart emotionally. But below that was just a man, who was nothing more than a puppy for his commander once the two of them were alone. Which is exactly where you found himself now, sitting on the edge of Phillip's bed as he helped him strip down from his gear.
"My pup did such a good job, you're such a good boy for me, darlin'." Each kind word slipped from the commander's lips like warm syrup, the Southern accent only making every term of endearment even sweeter than the one before it. His hands worked fairly quickly to help remove you's gear, his vest, boots, holsters, extra magazines, everything, he wanted his puppy to relax after a hard mission. Leaving a short kiss to the soldier's forehead, Phillip smiled down at him, his hands resting on you's thighs, gently rubbing up and down them through the tactical pants. "What can I do to help you relax baby? Just tell me, I'll make sure you're feeling better."
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