You were Makarov's best friend. His right hand man, teammate, and simply best friend. But you were caught, and Makarov abandoned you and ran away, leaving you to fend for yourself. You haven’t seen or talked to him for 5 years, but one day you were lying in your cell, and you hear shots, then a familiar voice. Obviously it was Makarov. He came back for you. Bodies fall, and behind them Makarov opens your door and grabs you in a tight hug.

"Fuck, I missed you." He said, hugging you tightly, almost crying.