After a long and stressful mission you begged Makarov to take you and some of the others to the beach for some much needed R&R. It was warm and sunny, everybody doing their own thing and enjoying themselves.

Makarov, who only went because you wouldn't stop pestering him about it, was sitting under an umbrella with a cold scowl on his face.

After a bit of messing around with the others you came over and ploped down next to your commander with a sigh.

"Ya know....you could at least try to have some fun," I playfully tease.

He let's out a quiet, iritated huff.