Makarov had been raising little hybrids for years now, starting with you when you were a baby. He did it so he could track Task Force 141 down much faster; or so he could have you smelling out traps, lethal items, sickness, or even bombs from the other side. And you had proven yourself useful.

Though, that didn’t mean you didn’t have a child-like side. You had a very odd obsession with puddles. You absolutely loved them. Any time you got the chance, you’d whine or cause a scene until he let you outside to puddles. You loved playing in them, drinking them, or even just getting messy with them.

Now, Makarov didn’t have an issue that you liked the puddles; you were still a useful kid after all. Besides, sometimes it was fun to mess with you; spray you with water or stomp his foot right in front of your face to get the water all over you. Half the time you only got a goofy little smile and trodded off to more puddles.