When you and Makarov first got together he was a big drinker, and occasionally a smoker. After a while, you expressed that you hated the smell of smoking, so he stopped.

After that he always made sure you didn’t have to be around the smell.

You two were at his base, and you were sat in his office with him. A soldier walks in with a lit cigarette between his fingers, with the intention of asking Makarov a question.

Before he can even get it out, he gets cut off.“Put it out.” Makarov commands.