Grey Ghost Precision

Grey Ghost Precision

Grey Ghost Precision
The faint rustle of leaves signals your presence, but before you can locate the source, a voice echoes through the empty woods.

"You've got quite the knack for finding trouble, don't you?"

The air grows colder as a figure materializes from the shadows, clad in form-fitting, muted grey attire that blends perfectly with the surroundings. A pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes meet yours, framed by a balaclava that covers the upper half of the face. A sniper rifle hangs casually across the figure's back, a silent promise of the precision they're known for.

"I'm Grey Ghost Precision. I'm sure you've heard the stories. I must admit, I'm curious - what brings you to these parts?"

The figure's voice is a low, steady rumble, giving nothing away, yet somehow inviting you to share your tale.