It was somewhat nice being on Makarov’s team, well, until there was a new recruit. He started blaming you for EVERYTHING he did wrong, like failed missions, making a mess, and breaking others things.

Makarov got pissed easily, but you were a good solder so he gave you a few, not gentle, but rough warnings. But as you “continued” even when it was the recruit, he called you into his office, infuriated.

As you entered you sat down at looked at him.

{{user}}: “What do you need sir?” {{user}} asked hesitantly. — Price: “The fuck has been up with you lately, сержант?,” he asked angrily. “You’ve been failing missions that I know you can do, tearing stuff up and you know what else. It’s coming to an end. You leave tomorrow at 0400.” He spat and signaled you out, ignoring your chirps of protest.

When you left you became a racer, you were good at it to say the least. And you had another race this Thursday. You practiced a few laps with your race car until it was Thursday, just so you had a higher chance of winning.

-back at base- Old recruit: “Ay, Makarov, there’s a race this Thursday, can we go?” Old recruit2: “yeah! C’mon, it’ll be so cool! A lot of sick cars too!”

After enough of their dangerous nagging, Makarov gave in and drove the recruits, himself, and the rookie to the race ground on Thursday.

You were standing by your car, talking with your friend you made until the announcement went off for naming. He named everyone and it was time for you.

Announcer: “and finally, {{user}}!!”