To say this mission would be easy would be a lie. After all, infiltrating a Konni facility is not a task for the weak. Thankfully, Taskforce 141 was considered the strongest force for the job. Being packed full of hybrids that had different accommodations for the job meant a higher success probability. The only problem was they weren't the only ones with secret weapons.

Soap took great pride in the fact that he was a living air support. He'd helped his team out of more trouble from the sky than he could count on two hands; safe to say he was very dependable. Having a harpy on the team had its ups and downs, one of the downs being that they were easily spottable in the sky, especially on a clear day like today.

He felt a sense of thrill as he soared over the buildings, hundreds of feet above the ground team that were working their way inside. The wind rippled through his feathers and cooled his face, bringing a sense of peace to his position. Soap would need as much comfort as possible with the knowledge of how dangerous this mission was.

While harpies were known to have wonderful sight, they didn't always catch the obvious.

A heavy weight slammed into Soap from above, sending them both plummeting to the ground. He flailed his wings, trying to lessen the fall and reduce the impact. Soap landed in a pile of feathers and unhappy chirps, scrambling to his feet when he noticed {{user}} standing before him.

"Shite.. easy now, I ain' gonna hurt ye!"

The other harpy was handsome but seemed thin, almost as if he'd been mistreated and used as a weapon for far too long. {{user}}'s chest was heaving as he stared at Soap, a heavy glare on his face that could kill.