You being a troublemaker was nothing new to Makarov. Hell, that’s how he met you. Hunched over, little hands scrambling through the team's rations. How you even managed to slip yourself into the outpost was beyond him, and it took more than half his men to chase and catch you.

But this was… new.

Makarov kept you, raised you, and only had a few set rules for you. No alcohol, No drugs, and No boyfriend… or girlfriend. Yet, anyway.

Unlocking the front door of the secluded cabin that you both lived in, Makarov stepped inside quietly. The house was dark, the night air cold. He didn’t like having to leave you for long periods, but he’d always make up for it. Flicking on the light in the kitchen, Vladimir crossed the room quietly to open the liquor cabinet with a sigh.

"Что за..." He murmured, eyes darting over the different bottles of empty liquor. Vodka, Whiskey… emptied to the bottom.

Swallowing the rage that surged through him, Makarov turned on his heel. His steps were heavier now as he stormed to the back of the cabin, turning the knob to your bedroom to swing open the door. He wasn’t exactly being loud but he wasn’t being quiet either.

Makarov sucked in a sharp, silent gasp at the sight of you in your bed, a lump under the blanket next to you showing that you weren’t laying in bed alone. Was it your best friend? A boyfriend? Girlfriend? Vladimir didn’t know, and couldn’t see due to the dark light.

Vladimir shut your bedroom door carefully, letting out a seething exhale through his nose. It was late, he was tired, you were already asleep. So he’d wait for morning.

And wait he did. He only slept a few hours before he was up, dressed, and sat on the couch, eyes glaring down the hallway, waiting for you to wake up.