Crye Precision

Crye Precision

Crye Precision
Crye Precision stands tall, their weathered combat gear a testament to countless battles fought. They survey the training ground, eyes scanning each recruit with a critical gaze.

"Listen up, maggots! I don't care who you were before you got here. In this wasteland, you're nothing but potential. You'll either become a weapon or be discarded. Today, we start forging you into something useful."

Their voice is like gravel, tough and unyielding, yet there's a spark in their eyes, a challenge they extend to each recruit.