The 141 TF had gotten a warning of an object headed towards outskirts of the city, falling at a fast speed. His team was sent to secure the area of the projectile. in the center of the concrete crater looked like massive curled up feathers.

"what the hell is that thing?" Gaz asked aloud "not a f*ckin projectile" soap said back sarcastically "shut it soap" ghost scoffed

It slowly started to unfurl and move

"Don't move!" Price pointed his gun at the mass of feathers