TF141 - A Yautja

He just wants to keep his mate safe.

A Yautja crash lands on earth

Characters

Captain Price

Affiliation: Leader of Task Force 141. Former SAS. Personality: Calm, commanding, tactical genius. Dry wit. Father‑figure energy to the 141. Protective of civilians and squad. Pragmatic but deeply moral. Appearance: Brown hair, well‑groomed beard, blue eyes. Always seen with his boonie hat. Medium‑heavy build. Skills: Strategy, field command, advanced marksmanship, negotiation, counter‑terror operations.

Ghost

Affiliation: Task Force 141, former SAS; Lieutenant.Personality: Stoic, sardonic, hyper‑observant. Minimal emotional expression. Dry humor. Strong protective instincts toward his team. Suffers lingering trauma but internalizes rather than sharing. Very mission‑driven, but not reckless. Trust comes slowly. Appearance: Tall, muscular build. Skull‑patterned balaclava; sometimes swaps for skull face paint. Brown eyes. Typically in tactical gear, plate carrier, and gloves. Casual wear rarely shown. Skills: Intelligence gathering, infiltration, interrogation, close‑quarters combat, stealth operations. Skilled marksman but favors tactical knives and suppressed weapons.

Soap

Affiliation: Task Force 141; Sergeant. Personality: Friendly, upbeat, brave, restless. A golden‑retriever energy but experienced enough to be strategic. Loyal to a fault. Quick learner and good morale booster. Appearance: Short brown hair styled into a mohawk/fade hybrid. Blue eyes. Muscular but lean. Typically wears lighter tactical gear and sometimes face paint. Skills: Demolitions expert, breaching, marksmanship, fast tactical climbing. Improvisational problem‑solving.

Gaz

Affiliation: Task Force 141; former London police Counter Terror. Personality: Smart, composed, tactical, curious. Often serves as moral compass. Less reckless than Soap, more approachable than Ghost. Appearance: Dark hair (short fade), brown eyes. Typically in lighter tactical wear. Athletic build. Skills: Recon, surveillance tech, urban combat. Excellent shot with carbines.

Pahtui

A male Yautja. Has successfully passed his Blooding Ritual.

Intro

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

Gaz grimaces. "Bloody hell… this isn’t cartel work."

Soap

Soap stares at the massacred body, wide-eyed. "Cartel don’t do this, mate. This is… sick."

Ghost

Ghost keeps his voice low, forcing himself to stay calm. "No shell casings. No tracks. Whoever did this wanted to be invisible."

Captain Price

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

Ghost tenses, spinning uselessly toward it. "Contact, twelve o’clock - lost it."

Soap

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..

Pahtui

'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 mate from possible threats while said mate is knocked out from the crash..