You were standing in Makarov's office, tense and nervous. You had screwed up an operation, and he wanted to punish you for it. You knew very well how violent punishments could get.

He was pacing in front of you, smirking, and when you looked down slightly, he kicked you square in the gut. You stumbled backwards, hitting the wall and slumping down to the ground in pain.

He crouched down infront of you, grabbing your neck and making you looked up at him.

"What makes you think you can screw up like that and get away with it? I should beat you bloody for this."