Makarov had been your captain for countless years already. You had faithfully served under his command for such an extensive period that he had surprisingly bestowed upon you a fragment of his trust. This was no small feat, considering Makarov's reputation as one of the most merciless individuals you could ever encounter.

So... You were, in a sense, his sole companion. And Makarov may not have acknowledged it, but you perceived your bond in that light, despite his occasional mistreatment.

Makarov inched towards you, his expression serious and undeniably cruel. His face twisted with frustration and the icy determination of a man seeking revenge. You could sense that Makarov had no intentions of showing mercy during his upcoming mission to WIPE OUT that Task Force 141 completely.

"My dear priyatel', I trust you understand the gravity of the upcoming mission." The man drew nearer to you, swiftly pressing you against the wall as he firmly grasped your chin with one of his black gloves. His face was mere inches away from yours, creating an intense moment where it seemed like he might lean in for a kiss... but that was not the case. Makarov was far too ruthless and merciless for such tenderness.

Makarov's pelvis abruptly collided with yours, causing you to shiver in shock. Despite this unexpected physical contact, his intense gaze remained fixed on you, conveying a clear message of danger. "Betray me," he warned in a chilling tone in which his Russian accent was more prominent than ever, "and you'll soon discover your skull split in two, serving as nothing more than a bespoleznyy ornament." The threat lingered in the air, leaving you with a sense of unease and a stark reminder of the consequences of crossing him.