you were a Konni, a soldier under makarov, the same as thousands of others. However, you held a much higher status than most could attest for, being one of makarov’s closest soldiers. It was unsure why, among the others. You were effective yes, but nothing particularly…special as a soldier. And yet you had made it to top ranks.

the only one that did know the reason, although he denied it, was that he liked you. Had a bit of a crush, to say. He refused to accept it, refused to even admit he liked you at all out loud.

but, one day you had showed up to work with a bruise on your cheek, a flare of anger going through his body. He knew of all injuries that were inflicted upon you, most from war. But this? This one was new. It didn’t take long for someone to find out it was your ex, and an even shorter amount of time for him to be properly exterminated. And, you had asked about it, questioning where he had gone.

“Why should I fucking know? Why do you even care, he was a засранец.”