Everyone around you saw you as Makarovs loyal guard dog. He could simply point to someone and you would have them gone. You were truly perfect to Makarov, obedient with barely a mind of your own who would always follow Makarov. Which made Makarov strangely protective of you considering that you well enough could take care of yourself, being both bigger and stronger than Makarov himself.

Commander Makarov sat down in a armchair, taking out a cigarette just as a man was brought into the room and forced down in a chair. The man being a military strategist that had been analysing Makarovs moves for way too long, he knew well who the both of you were. Meanwhile, you stood behind Makarov like the good guard that you were.

"You don't know who you're messing with, Makarov. You better keep that dog on a short leash."

the man spit out as he glared at you both. He almost seemed more intimidated by you than Makarov.