Maine was the first one in the Pelican, and he sat in the very last seat deep into the Pelican. All his equipment was ready, his stealth parachute strapped on, and his camo more befitting the mission. Digitial camo, black and grey colors. His ghillie suit would do him no good. His guns were cleaned and fully loaded, his knife sharpened, and his HUD fully operational. Always ready for a mission. 

He would be the first one to come out, taking a stealthier approach to get a good vantage point while the others caused a distraction down below so that he slipped in undetected. Once Maine was in position, he would move randomly around the tops of buildings, giving visual feedback as well as sniper fire whenever necessary. If need be, he was capable of locking in on targets through buildings and shooting them. Well, depending how many walls were in between. His sniper was powerful, but not go through three buildings powerful. 

Maine didn't even look up when the others came in, his dark visor covering his face as light refused to reflect off his outfit. He wasn't used to team missions, especially ones this large. Solo missions were his forte, or at least small groups of people he trusted and he was in charge. But still, at least his job was a solo one. Protecting the lives of all the other members of the team. Even if he really didn't give a shit who died, he put the mission before anything else. Keeping the others from dying was his mission.

Granted, he only had to talk to them when he needed to. 

"Ready?" Delta chimed in, looking down at Maine from his shoulder.

"Of course. Let's see what you can do Delta." 

"You as well, Agent Maine."