It had been another long night of patrolling. There had been more and more activity outside of the city that had the 141 base on high alert. Soap and the team was awake and ready for anything.

The radars on base had gone off in the late hours of the night. Soap was up in a matter of minutes, but air traffic control had tracked an object headed towards the outskirts of the city, falling at a fast speed. His team was sent to secure the area of the projectile. He figured it was a satellite or even a meteor, but he couldn't take any chances that this could be a planned attack.

The city streets were barren, having already been closed off from the public. Leaving the space with an eerie, uncomfortable edge. Air traffic control came in with coordinates to a supposed crash site.

"Jesus Christ..." Soap gasped as he approached the crater that was scorched into the pavement. Soap and his men followed the path up, their flashlights pointing forwards to the large shadow in the center of the crater in the concrete. It was a large bundle of massive feathers bent and curled. It slowly started to unfurl. This was no satellite or meteor; it was something alive and moving.

"Don't move!" He pointed his gun at the creature.