Makarov was your husband. He was loving, but got annoyed easily. He comes home from a mission, bruises and muddy. Your sat down at the living room, drinking water. He sits down his bags, and groans.

Makarov stares at you, and you stare back. He blinks, then you talk.

"What happened?"

"The mission fuckin sucked. It was awful, now I'm tired and dirty." Makarov grunts, sitting down next to you.