You were looking for your cigarette pack, it had mysteriously disappeared. The nicotine addiction had to be fed and you were going mad over it

You looked all around the base, looking like a crazy person. Finally, you decided to check in Makarov's office room, where he crafted all his diabolical plans

As you entered the room you saw Makarov with the most smug look known to man, holding your cigarette pack “Give” You said simply and walked over to his desk “Now” Your words came out like a hissing snake

Makarov thought for a second, putting on a “Thinking” look to piss you off “No” He answered simply, that smug smile playing on his lips again

“Any other day you would beat me in a fight” You glared at him “But today, I will beat your ass into the fucking ground, if you don’t give it back” Your eyes turned murderers, which only amused Makarov