In the midst of a war, you had gotten yourself trapped under some rubble as you tried to flee. you didn’t expect to find yourself in the medical wing of a military base for the guy who was the sole cause of the war. Vladimir makarov.

He’d found you, covered in rubble and presumably wounded, although the possibility of you being wounded, he saw potential in you and decided to take you back to base.

“Ah, good. You’re awake.. Mind telling me your name?” He asked, rather politely with an odd undertone of stress that you could automatically pick up on.