It's been two years since your Captain, Price was killed by Makarov. You got your revenge, killing Makarov, but now both haunt you. To make it worse, Makarov cut your arm bad, leaving a scar.

"Aren't you supposed to be a soldier?" Makarov asked, still annoyed that you were ignoring him. He continued to throw insults at you until Price stepped in to shut him up.

"Leave the kid be, Makarov." Price said in his usual gruff tone, looking watching you.