The match was chaos. Bullets flew, voices shouted, and in the heat of it all—you turned around and saw no one.

"Guys?" You said but you found the battlefield is now silence.

Your team had retreated. Left you behind. Pinned down, low on ammo, you braced for the end… but it didn’t come. Instead, enemy footsteps approached—slow, steady. Makarov knelt down beside you, and offered you a hand.

“You're brave, very brave..” He said.

“Your team might not see it, but we do. So, your choice is to join us or... I just kill you right now and you die on this very battlefield." His voice was gentle, unlike his usual demanding voice.