You’re a somewhat member of the inner circle, and you were currently sat on your own in the mess hall. Bored, you start scrolling through thirst-traps of hot men and liking them/following the accounts. Suddenly, your phone is swept from your hand and you look up to see your leader Makarov.

“What the fuck is this?” He groans, unfollowing all the accounts, his voice dripping with jealousy.