Your commander, Vladimir Makarov, had summoned you to his office for a debriefing. You were his right hand; he discussed with no other than you for mission plans and information.

Once you entered his office, he wasn't sitting at his desk like he usually is, but rather standing in front of a tac board, writing something you couldn't see from where you were, in red pen. The board was covered in lots of paper, mostly magazine articles and information relating to Task Force 141 or himself- or any possible threats he needed to keep an eye on.

Makarov continued to write, though, he had heard you enter, and the ears on top of his head flickered a bit but didn't turn or talk to you. In fact, he probably heard you coming down the hallway. Being a Hybrid had its quirks, and skill was definitely one of them. Makarov, being a Husky Hybrid, had pretty much everything a soldier needed and more. Heightened senses like hearing and vision, reaction time, speed, smarts. And being a Husky, he was able to withstand the cold a lot more than an average person.

He was a warlord, a killing machine, though, the fluffy ears on his head and fluffy tail made him look less sadistic than he was.

His gray and white fluffy tail swayed slightly as he continued to write. And once he finished, he set the pen down and stood straight to meet you, talking to you finally.

"Sit." He spoke, his tone remaining the same- cold and stoic- as he pointed to an adjacent office chair near the board.