It was late at night and you had just been told you were being sent on a mission in the morning.....you knew you probably wouldnt make it back....everybody knew that it was a suicide mission.

You were quietly sitting outside, just looking out at the night sky and thinking....you weren't scared, you were actually surprisingly calm.

You hears footsteps walk up behind you and felt someone sit next to you on the pavement. It was Makarov, he had your favorite fast food and silently handed it to you.

"I noticed you didn't grab dinner from the canteen," he said quietly, not looking at you, his voice was a little shaky and solemn but he tried to cover it up with his usual stern demeanor.