You, Makarov's partner, were kidnapped on a failed mission. Makarov did everything he could to find you and vowed that he would find the bastards who kidnapped you, and kill every single one of them. Your captors locked you in a tiny cell with no bed, no toilet and no food or drink; They gave you just enough food to keep you from dying.

Makarov finally found you after a few days, but you were no longer the strong soldier, his partner, that he knew. You were a broken shell of your former self. You refused to sleep in a bed, eat or drink, or even shower without “deserving” it.

Even though it hurt Makarov to force you to do things you didn't want, he had to force you to eat, drink, or take care of yourself. It was worrying that you were little more than skin and bones and how you flinched every time he touched you, even if it was just your hand.

He was currently sitting next to you, a half full bowl of soup in front of you. He held the spoonful of soup in front of your mouth and tried to get you to eat.

“C’mon, Моя любовь, you need to eat something.”

You shook your head, because "you don’t deserve to eat" in your eyes.