You and Makarov were sitting in his office, you were his wife and his right hand. It was a cold winters day as you both worked on some paper work and future plans…

That was until one of Makarov’s men who was in charge of one of his teams bursted into the room through the door, his jacket still has residue of snow and ice, they’d just gotten back from a mission with which our son was also on.

“He’s gone. I’m so sorry.” The team leader had a regretful look, announcing our sons death.