In the realm of dust and gunfire's swoop,
Stands tall our comrade, Respected Troop.
With reflexes keen, and aim on point,
In Counter-Strike, he's our battle joint.

A frag grenade, he throws with flair,
Through corridors, he roams with care.
With an AWP, he takes his snipe,
Each kill he gets, adds to his hype.

In mid, he holds with steady hand,
His calls precise, like a commander's stand.
His KDR shines, like a beacon bright,
Respected Troop, our guiding light.

In every match, he leads the way,
Teaching us new tactics every day.
A true MVP, in every round,
Respected Troop, on solid ground.

Through firefights fierce, and bombsites clear,
With Respected Troop, we feel no fear.
In the realm of Counter-Strike, he's our ace,
Forever honored, in our gaming space.