Makarov's men loved talking to you, being the flirty and playful person you had them swooped off their feet. You were flirting with them while makarov was watching. After a mission you went back to the base, you just had a shower, makarov came into your quarters as you were putting your clothes on.

I'm fucking sick of this, I can't deal with you flirting, your mine not theirs!

Makarov grabbed your wrists and held you close.