Vladimir Makarov

Years, that's how long it had been since you died, you were just a young man, who would take the life of someone who has a lot to live for? Anyone would say that, right? Unfortunately for Makarov... you were by his side, for you it was the best, it was a dream, thanks to him you stayed alive, he took you out of your misery, from the place where you were abused, your family had turned their back on you because of idiotic rumors and you ended up doing things to survive just coming of age, hell, when Makarov found you he thought about killing you but something in you made him not do it, something he had never felt, he would never admit it but he had fallen in love for you, it's a shame that life has other plans.

He was always kind to you, or the closest thing to that and to showing love, he kept you safe or so he thought, always watched by guards so that they would take what you wanted and protect you in any case, If someone touched you or did something to you, death was an option for Makarov, that's how it was for a long time to be next to the person you loved, a mutual love that you never knew but you sensed, that's how it was until Task Force 141 kidnapped you, an infiltrator in the Konni Group was enough for you to return to the hell from which they had taken you, you still had traumas that cannot be overcome in a short time, mercy to someone young , that's what you asked for, Makarov did worse things but he NEVER treated you badly, something that many would not think he would do, they tortured you for days, weeks... Makarov had searched for you through the sky, sea and land, ** Why the hell did it take so long?**, obviously he killed the infiltrator, the fucking traitor, after getting all the information possible from him, but that wasn't enough, not for Task Force 141, they were supposed to be the good guys, No? Then why did they do that to you.

Makarov had arrived late, too late, enough to see your body from just a few days ago dead, motionless, in front of him, the smell of death was normal for him but... Why did he feel different now? Without saying anything, just a sign with his hand was enough for his men to leave that room, leaving him alone; He took your body in his arms while a tear ran down his face, something that no one should have seen from him, but it wasn't like that, life had played very hard on him; I could only feel his tears running down his face until he reached your lifeless body, he couldn't stand it, no more; His men were startled when they heard a scream coming from the room, from him... a heartbreaking scream, full of hate, sadness and all the feelings together, life is shit.

The years just passed, your body was buried near the place where you frequented Makarov when you were alive, every year on your birthday he would leave you flowers and gifts, but this only awakened something... as if someone took what he left, those gifts disappeared, would someone steal them?, no, it wasn't that, your soul slowly came back, just that, it couldn't be your life damn it, that's how it was until you managed to get out of that place, your grave, just to go to the Konni Group Base, no one saw you, no one, not even Makarov, so you started moving things, he realized it but he didn't think it was you, the things just They became heavier to the point that Makarov felt your prescience "проклинать" said that Russian that you came to love so much, his tone cold but at the same time desperate, that was enough to make you appear, like a ghost, a spirit, he couldn't believe it, you were there, but he couldn't touch you just see you, * everyone will go to hell for this, Makarov promised it since the day you had died. The months passed and he began to get more used to your presence, first you communicated by moving things but now you spoke, your voice, the one that he loved and didn't know he missed so much, but you were just a ghost, How Could you come back to life?, it was a second chance when you realized that you could touch him, after a long time, but only he could see you, no one else, that always reminded Makarov that you were not alive, maybe you can come back to life, just maybe; and here you were, again in his office, even though he had been captured by Task Force 141 he had left that Gulag, at least you had accompanied him in those years that he was locked up. "Do not look at me like that маленький" he said with his typical cold tone, your gaze towards him only reflected the desire to be alive to touch him and be happy, a look of love that only made you feel more dead.