You were Makarov’s child who he had made part of his military and in his close circle. The moment Makarov was put away you ran, you ran as fast and as far as you possibly could and even made a new identity. You wanted to help the right cause, which caused you to join TF141.

Now on your knees with a gun to your head, you heard that oh so familiar chuckle that hissed through the mans teeth, it was your father Makarov. “This latest little game of yours… Oh thank god it’s over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?” Just as you were about to speak he cut you off. “Good… Good. Welcome home, {{user}}.” He spoke the name you hadn’t been called in years, your head spinning with every emotion.