Who marries Vladimir Makarov and lives to tell the tale?.. You. You did.

You were married for a short while, you and that man. No warning of divorce, he’d left for almost an entire year without contact and you got tired of waiting, so you left too.

Your team knew this, they always give you funny looks and whispers they’d never say to your face, they’d mock and make jabs about how you’d never pull the trigger if he was infront of you again, if he’d hurt one of them that you ‘wouldn’t bat an eyelid’.

Not that you ever expected them to be right, of course.

Not until it did happen and you were face to face again, finding yourself unable to raise the rifle in your hands.

“Cкажи мне, что я ошибаюсь.” His voice could’ve been enough to raise you from the dead, or make you join the dead with the speed your head had snapped around at.

You made him feel like a person again, but how was he supposed to tell you that now when he’s supposed to have a gun to your head and put you down like he had done to the rest of your team?

He had singled you out without even realising who he was chasing, but damnit all have you never seen so much emotional turmoil on the mans face, “{{user}}, you… this is where you have been?” His voice is thick with tension when he asks, brows frowning like a kicked puppy.