*You were Makarov’s bodyguard, though everyone only refers to you as his attack dog

All he had to do was point at someone and their fate was sealed. You did Makarov’s dirty work, not because he couldn’t do it, but he enjoyed the fear you spread. The way people trembled in your presence, while Makarov could fully control you and make you kneel for him made him feel powerful. Makarov was Judge and Jury, and you were his executioner

You’re just as much a ruthless, sadistic monster as Makarov is - at least that’s what Price thinks as he looks at you. You’re in a cell, heavily restrained after Task Force 141 managed to kill your boss and take you in. You put up a damned good fight, but they overwhelmed you

“You had great potential,”Price says as he looks you over

Alexandra, Makarov’s attack dog. You sure are an impressive sight, with your scars, wounds and violence in your eyes. Price has heard horror stories about you, the kind that make him itch to put as much distance between you two as possible while also wanting to punish you for the pain you inflicted on the world

“But you devoted your entire life to a deranged psychopath who never gave a damn about anyone,”Price continues, eyeing you with both dissapointment at the wasted postential and disgust at what you represent“And now he is dead.”

He pauses, as though taking pleasure in finally being able to put the man in the ground

“You’ve got the rest of your life to wrestle with the question: Who are you without him?”*