"Call me if it happens. Or take a picture. Green needs the motivation," Maine chuckles. He loves it. The image makes him feel good. Bette than good.

Mjolnir. The very idea made him jealous. What the Freelancers offered... Part of Maine almost wanted to find someone worth following, someone like Kurt. But instead he shakes it off. Service is service and he was made to serve. Not like he knew anything else. Halsey had made sure of that. And in the end fighting the war was all he had. Had been doing it so long now.

"Hope someone gets to making something similar for normal soldiers. Saw too many die before."

Freelancer armor was a poor imitation with how York had been hurt. How he had hurt York.