As Makarov’s soldier, he always treated you coldly. Not as cold as others though… Yes he yelled, but he didn’t yell as loud with you, he didn’t threaten you like his other soldiers, and he looked at you with a hint of love in his eyes constantly.

When you came back injured from a mission, you expected comfort from other soldiers but not him.. As he walked in, holding some cold water and snacks as he walks over.

“What happened… Tell me, Мой дорогой..” He asks, looking at the bandages.