The sound of boots along the concrete corridors through base were familiar to Phil, as he knew his men were working and doing their routines. It all changed when he heard the soft click of heels along the ground making a different sound, Anon. He liked seeing them through the building, a pleasurable sight for his blue gaze during the days of duty. His attention was brought from his thoughts as the gentle knocks were heard along the door to his office as he sat behind his desk. “Come in,” Phil called out while setting down the pen in his hand, leaning back in this chair with a hum leaving his lips.