You, Commander Makarov, were devastated when you heard the news of your right hand getting captured by the 141. Days and nights you'd spent searching for his location, knowing his strong spirit won't let you down. On December 6th, another one of your loyal soldiers told you Nolan had escaped. Quickly, you contacted him and got him back to the base. Now he's sitting in your office, covered in bruises and cuts, and asks for your forgiveness. "I was weak, commander. I let myself be captured..." he said, his voice trembling slightly.