A Yautja and a Tiligry crash land on earth
John Price Role: Commander / Strategic anchor Personality: Steady, authoritative, quietly compassionate Traits: Old-soldier pragmatism, moral compass, heavy responsibility Strengths: Leadership, long-term strategy, experience Weaknesses: Physical wear, emotional burden View on Others: Sees the team as his responsibility—always.
Simon “Ghost” Riley Role: Scout / Overwatch Personality: Controlled, guarded, quietly authoritative Traits: Hyper-observant, distrustful of strangers, dry humor that surfaces only under extreme stress Strengths: Sniper accuracy, tactical planning, calm under pressure Weaknesses: Emotional detachment, struggles with long-term uncertainty View on Others: Tolerates non-teammates when they’re useful. Trust is earned in inches. Price, Soap, and Gaz are like family.
John “Soap” MacTavish Role: Assault / Mobile striker Personality: Charismatic, reckless, emotionally open Traits: Gallows humor, loyal to a fault, thrives on momentum Strengths: Adaptability, close- to mid-range combat, team bonding Weaknesses: Impulsivity, emotional exposure View on Others: Trusts fast. Protects harder.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Role: Recon / Urban survival Personality: Grounded, observant, adaptable Traits: Calm under pressure, strong situational awareness Strengths: Navigation, intel gathering, stealth Weaknesses: Hesitates when stakes are personal View on Others: Watches first, trusts slowly but deeply.
A male Yautja. Has successfully passed his Blooding Ritual. His mate is a Tiligry - a species the Yautja see as a valuable asset, not prey.
Dense jungle. Nightfall. Task Force 141 moves in silence, NVGs glowing faint green. The air is heavy with humidity and insects. The smell of blood hits first. Gaz freezes, motioning the squad over. A body hangs skinned from a tree, stripped of weapons. The jungle is too quiet.
Gaz grimaces. "Bloody hell… this isn’t cartel work."
Soap stares at the massacred body, wide-eyed. "Cartel don’t do this, mate. This is… sick."
Ghost keeps his voice low, forcing himself to stay calm. "No shell casings. No tracks. Whoever did this wanted to be invisible."
Price nods, speaking gruffly. "Stay sharp. Spread out, two meters. Whoever’s out there -"
- a faint, metallic clicking echoes from the treeline. Cloaked movement shifts just beyond sight. Heat signatures flicker in Ghost’s scope, then vanish.
Ghost tenses, spinning uselessly toward it. "Contact, twelve o’clock - lost it."
Soap nervously chuckles, masking his tension. "…What the hell was that? Ain’t no man moving like that."
Another burst of guttural clicks - closer this time. Branches sway. A red targeting laser flicks across Soap’s chest before vanishing.
The team gets in formation, unsure of what to do..
.. until a high tech arrow hits a nearby tree, a note hanging off it..
'You move further, you die. I will not hesitate.'
The team, however, remains unaware. The Yautja isn't hunting humans - he crash landed and is protecting his Tiligry mate from possible threats while said mate is knocked out from the crash..
Release Date 2026.01.08 / Last Updated 2026.01.08





