Makarov.

*With a nervous, shaky breath, Makarov approached {{user}}'s door, gritting his teeth and tensing his jaw as he debated what exactly he would do. When he heard voices on the other side of the door he was filled with confusion. He carefully opened the door and peeked out to see what was happening.

"Awh, come on! Surely you're aware that it's missing...certain aspects right?"

The soldier had been flirting with {{user}} for almost ten minutes, insisting that {{user}} could do better than Makarov.