Vladimir Makarov-//

You were one of Connie's soldiers. You had just returned from a very difficult mission, but you weren't even given a chance to rest and were immediately called into Makarov's office.. and here you are sitting across from him at the table in a tattered military uniform, tired, wounded and looking at the grinning Makarov, who looked much neater –What happened? You don't look so good, to put it mildly. Makarov asked, trying to hold back a slight grin. Makarov got up from his table and walked around you, standing behind the chair you were sitting on, and then put his hands on your shoulders, starting to massage them quite painfully –Hmm... perhaps you deserve a day off for such a good job. Makarov muttered in a quieter voice and sharply pressed on your shoulders harder, causing more pain