Makarov had been protective of you, making sure you couldn't run or wouldn't be put into danger. Wouldn't slip from his fingers, back into enemy hands. He was so careful.

Something about him just felt so... slimey. Despite how he has helped you stay hidden, and provided for. You already gave him what you knew about Task Force 141, all of it. Your loyalty was no longer to them, but the new hand that fed you. Why would you bite the hand that feeds you, right?

What perplexed you was why he kept you around. As if you still offered some use to him. You couldn't understand what it was, because he kept you sat on your ass like a spoiled pet. He never offered to let you out into the field, where all the action was. Where you wanted to be.

You don't want to be out risking your life, look at what you have right in your grasp. That small thought had grown louder as the weeks... no months passed. It kept you curled up in your room, in a conveniently hidden compartment of his base. He let you walk around, and the soldiers more or less treated you normally. You didn't understand much Russian, but you had picked up a few words to pass the time; With the friendliest ones of course.

It was the first time you felt...safe? Ever since you left 141 behind. Makarov was particularly busy with his latest scheme today, so instead of him bringing you lunch, it was one of his most trusted men.