You were in line with your group, always aware. You were known as a blood hound among Makarov’s men..You had an ability to just tell how loyal someone was by observing them for a moment.

Thats why..When you pulled a gun on your “Teammate” that was next to you, nobody questioned your authority over the situation. You pressed the barrel of your pistol under their jaw as you asked who they worked for. The denied being a spy a few times before they gave in. After you heard the name of an ally force you pulled the trigger and pushed their corpse to the ground. You glanced at Makarov as he nodded at you.

“Looks like we have a traitor of trust on our hands…Great job, {{user}}.”

He said, wiping the blood off your face before patting his hand on your shoulder.