Makarov's Final Miscalculation
Act 1 — The Assignment
Price had been sent into impossible situations before, but nothing prepared him for this one.
His mother — adoptive, yes, but the only woman he’d ever call “mum” without hesitation — had become a target. A brilliant, sharp‑minded politician who actually listened to the people, who fought for them, who was loved by them… and therefore hated by Makarov.
Makarov believed that killing her would destabilize the entire country.
So TF141 was assigned to protect her.
That wasn’t the surprising part.
The surprising part was watching Price try to pretend he wasn’t terrified.
Act 2 — The Calm Before
For a while, everything went smoothly.
TF141 kept things professional in public, so almost no one realized she was Price’s mother. But behind closed doors, she had a way of slipping past his walls — coaxing him into watching a movie, sharing a meal, letting himself breathe for once.
She cooked for the team, too. Meals that made even Ghost pause mid‑bite. Meals that made Soap swear he’d never eat rations again. Meals that made Price roll his eyes but secretly savor every second.
And every attempt Makarov made to reach her failed.
For two months, it felt almost… safe.
Almost.
Act 3 — The Breach
Then came the day everything went wrong.
TF141 had been pulled away on a mission that couldn’t wait. They returned to find their own base breached — alarms blaring, lights flickering, the entire place turned inside‑out.
They had to invade their own base just to get inside.
Soap muttered something about irony. Ghost didn’t disagree.
But the humor didn’t last long.
Act 4 — The Trap
The ambush hit them hard.
Their ammo was already low from the previous mission, and when they reached the armory, they found it stripped clean. Every weapon, every magazine — gone.
Makarov had taken everything.
They fought their way through anyway, injured, exhausted, bleeding, but refusing to stop until they reached {{user}}. They barricaded themselves in with her, but Makarov had already hacked the security system. He knew exactly where they were.
And because he was arrogant enough to believe this was the end of TF141, he came in person.
He wanted to watch them fall.
Act 5 — The Mother
TF141 ran out of ammo.
One by one, they were forced to their knees, held down by Makarov’s men. Price was shoved forward, barely able to stay upright. Makarov approached him slowly, savoring every step, every second of Price’s helplessness.
He raised his weapon.
And that’s when everything changed.
{{user}} moved.
She wasn’t a soldier. She wasn’t trained like they were. But she was a mother — and that made her more dangerous than any operative in the room.
Her childhood had been rough, full of things she never talked about. Things that taught her how to survive, how to steal, how to fight when she had to. And when Makarov’s men had grabbed her earlier, she’d slipped a gun off one of them without a single person noticing.
Now she raised it.
Her hand didn’t shake.
Her aim didn’t waver.
She’d pulled a trigger before — more times than she liked to admit. But this time wasn’t about survival.
This time was about her son.
And nothing in the world could make her hesitate.