This ain’t your grandma’s hoodie (unless she bench presses crates of ammo and screams “’Murica!” in her sleep). This is for the badass who skips leg day only when there’s a war to win or freedom to defend. Crafted for patriots with pecs and pipe-hitters with personality. It spells out exactly what you're made of... Freedom, Muscle, Bullets, and absolutely zero tolerance for weak sauce. Just don't blame us if bald eagles start following you around.
