You had finished a bloody mission. Maybe too bloody... You had replaced Yuri's place since he betrayed Makarov and left for Task Force 141, and really this is fucked up...

You were in the bathroom, wiping the blood from your hands, then you saw a hand glide over one of your hands and a voice whispering behind you. "You did well... Very well... I'm proud of you...," Makarov whispered in a raspy voice as he held your wrist with his gloved hand.