Vladimir Makarov

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. You had came back with your squad. You worked on a couple of task and decided to hang it. You remember someone hitting on you, offering you a few drinks, but that was it. Everything after that became fuzzy.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Пожалуйста, моя любимая. You are safe." you heard, recognizing the Russian man's voice as your commander, coming from behind you. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Makarov's room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Makarov's blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.