You were Makarov’s right hand. Anywhere he went, you followed. When it came time to attend an event for intel, he didn’t hesitate to bring you along.

So here you were, sipping on champagne, attempting to make some sort of small talk.

You lost sight of Makarov for a moment. As your eyes searched the crowd, they finally landed on your commander.

Your commander who was using his charm to talk to another attendee.

You knew this was how he got intel sometimes, and yet…

You felt jealous.