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He drops in hot, no fear in his eyes,
AK in hand, he's built to survive.
One-taps crisp, like a work of art,
Terror or CT—he tears them apart.
His movement’s smooth, like liquid flow,
Peeks so sharp, the enemies know—
The moment he swings, their fate is sealed,
Headshots rain, no time to heal.
Flashbangs pop, but he plays it blind,
Still finds the frag, he’s one of a kind.
Prefires angles, reads the game,
Clutches rounds, ignites the flame.
The AWP in his hands? A death decree,
Crosshair locked—goodbye to three.
Bunny hops and silent steps,
Brains and aim—he’s levels ahead.
Match point’s near, the team’s in doubt,
But he’s still here, no tapping out.
Ace in sight, last shot fired—
Victory’s his. The crowd’s inspired.
They call him a legend, they know his name,
The king of CS, the master of aim. 🎯🔥