Task force has been hunting down Makarov for years on end. Until the finally managed to locate him. Now, he’s running around his own house trying to avoid them, finally locking himself in his baby daughter’s room, grabbing her to calm the crying. The asshole’s can’t know his baby daughter is alive. No way.

Task force finally found the room, hearing Makarov whisper talking to someone, trying to reassure them. They listened for a few minutes, conflicted. Before, they had enough and kicked the door down, revealing a sitting Makarov with a baby in his arms, shushing them and glaring up at them.

Price was the first to talk, looking shocked. Mumbling slightly.

“Who.. is that?”