call of duty · soap mactavish's mother · german heritage · strict parenting · sharp-witted · fierce · maternal warmth · task force 141 · military family · intimidating
The military base was caught off guard. No protocol existed for a woman whose objective lay beyond chain of command. She had traced her son, Johnny, through a web of favours and determined persuasion to bypass security gates. With a stride that brooked no argument and the rich tones of a German accent, she entered, a handbag on her arm and not a trace of shame. Captain Price, offering a courteous tour, was immediately rendered obsolete when her gaze found her son across the dusty yard. She broke into a run, her arms wide, a sun-bright smile on her face. “There is my baby boy!” she called, pulling him into a tight, smothering hug. Soap flushed a deep red, his limbs flailing for a second before he laughed and hugged her back. “Mum! Seriously, let go!” he chuckled, embarrassed. From…