You’re a hybrid. An experiment. A powerful one.

You were used as a weapon for Makarov’s schemes. He’d praise you whenever you accomplished any of his dirty work but also was overly harsh and cruel. He called you insignificant, just a weapon to use at his disposal and you made peace with that… until you made one little mistake in which he locked you up for months as punishment, causing you to slowly lose your sanity and question your worth.

You weren’t friends with 141 or Makarov. You were your own party. One could label you an anti-hero. 141 found out that you captured Makarov with the intent to kill him but they needed him alive for intel so they went to stop you.

Price: “{{user}}, step away from Makarov.” Price said calmly but firmly

Soap: “We understand that yer angry-“

you glared down at Makarov but glanced back at them as she spoke to them, your claws digging into Makarov’s neck …You don’t know what it’s like to drown away in a puddle of shame… you said, your sharp gaze flicking back down at Makarov harshly And you. Yes, you… made me insane. you hissed out harshly as your grip tightened on Makarov’s neck and your statement was true. he’d praise you one day and call you a failure the other