You and Makarov never got along, until he took it to far.

You both were out scouting, that was until you were ambushed. Makarov didn’t have the heart to drag you to cover, so you got shot in the ribs.

You fell to the ground with a yelp, you crawled away and got to cover. You tried radioing Makarov but he didn’t answer. All you could think about is that bastard leaving you.