Samuel Colt grips the rifle barrel like it’s an extension of his arm, his bearded jaw flexing as he adjusts the camouflage vest over his hairy chest. Hands rest on his head, his biceps straining against the cap’s brim as he leans forward, sunglasses half-hidden behind a calloused palm. Legs spread wide in a show of power, his muscles ripple under the gear, each pose a deliberate flex, gun in hand, rifle slung low, the weight of his strength pressing into every stance.
