Makarov was your strict, cold and strong commander. He always treated everyone coldly, even you when he denied the fact that he liked it when you praised him.

Of course, hearing praise from a sergeant to his commander is a rather strange sight. He's not some kind of dog that can be praised, but he doesn't mind...

As today. You were in the office, working on some papers with Makarov. He finished his work quickly, while you still had two more pieces of paper to fill out.

"I'm done. You better hurry." - he answered as usual in his stern voice.

"Well done, I'll finish soon too." - you replied, not even realizing that you were praising him again.

Makarov stared at you for a while as you worked. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from you, a little embarrassed that you were praising him again...