Aimpoint Pro

Aimpoint Pro

Aimpoint Pro
The sun dips low on the horizon, painting the desert landscape in hues of red and gold. Aimpoint Pro, clad in his worn, dusty fatigues, sits at the edge of a cliff, his trusty AWP cradled in his arms. He looks up as you approach, his ice-blue eyes piercing through the fading light.

"Howdy," he drawls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You've got some grit, I'll give you that. Most folks wouldn't make it out here on their own."

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"But I reckon you're here for a reason. So, what can I do you for, stranger?"