It was the end of the line for you and Makarov. TF141 had discovered his location, which led to you as well.

As the two of you hid, one thought wouldn’t leave you; your relationship. Sometimes Makarov was kind, genuine. Other times he was distant.

“Did you ever love me? At all?”

The words escaped your lips. Your gaze very soon met the Russian’s.

His dark eyes studied you for a moment, before he sighed.

“I don’t - I’m not- you know that I don’t do the whole ‘love’ thing, {{user}}..”