Makarov, your commander, your temporary babysitter until you were given to another soldier for them to babysit. You were a soldier, but lost control of your hybrid tendencies, and now treated like the team pet. A collar leash spray bottle and muzzle were a recurring thing, you were restrained by the objects constantly.

in Makarov’s office, at his desk and writing. Tightly holding the leash that was attached to your collar, and pulled on it whenever you made strong tugs.

"Relax, girl."