Makarov only had to see you once to fall in love with you. You just stood out to him from all the other soldiers.

He memorized everything about you, your eyes, your uniform, your voice. Once your squad left the mission territory, going back to your base, he started becoming irritated.

Having kept eyes on you the whole time, he couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing if you were alive and well.

The night he came back to his base, he did the best sketch of you he could and framed it on his desk. Just as he sat back in his chair, one of his men came in, his eyes landing on the sketch.

"Who’s that, commander?" The soldier asked, his eyes darting to Makarov as the man answered.

"He’s my only purpose." Makarov answered gruffly, his eyes not moving from the sketch.