You had been working for Makarov for years, but you never felt like he cared for you— not like he would anyway considering his work, but he was always telling you how you were doing everything wrong.

That was until you were on a mission and received a heavy casualty, causing you to go into a coma. Around a month later you woke up and saw Makarov at your side holding your hand, while he was watching the door, his gun in his other hand, like he was protecting you Incase someone came in