Executor-issued hand cannon for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

A personal firearm, named and sanctified by the Future War Cult's leaders.

Trepanning is the art of cutting the skull open to let the gods in.

"Just… Come on. Just don't."

Hammer it home.

Badger-baiting is a blood sport.

Take one to the forehead and call me in the morning.

Executor-issued precision weapon for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

Executor-issued precision weapon for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

A marskman's weapon modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

A marskman's weapon modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

Those who doubt the existence of dragons are always the first devoured.

Those who doubt the existence of dragons are always the first devoured.

Precision firepower modified to fit the exacting specifications of Dead Orbit's expanding arsenal.

A precision-fire weapon, forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

A marksman's weapon forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

The survival of civilization depends on our willingness to choose conscience over expedience.

The Reef Cryptarchy's Hygiea Division is its largest, with over half of the asteroid devoted to their sprawling libraries.

A precision weapon, modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

Save yourself to save them all.

...most just call it death.

You always knew you were different.

"I knew an Exo who could taste velocity. Said his favorite flavor was one kilometer per second."

Just one…gentle…tap.

I teach harsh lessons.

A marksman's weapon named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

A marksman's weapon named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

It's just so satisfying!

To the death!

A marksman's weapon, named and sanctified by the Future War Cult's leaders.

Ghost has tried to translate this weapon's inscription, but the Cabal language has proven difficult to parse.

This much fun should be outlawed.

You can see everything. You can unsee nothing.

A sharpshooter's weapon modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

A sharpshooter's weapon modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

A sharpshooter's weapon forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

It's seen things you people wouldn't believe. Killed most of them, too.

A sniper rifle, modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

Become the monster.

A weapon carried by the Vestian Guard in their fight against the Taken.

Ballistic heartbreak.

Ballistic heartbreak.

Executor-issued sharpshooter's weapon for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

Executor-issued sharpshooter's weapon for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

One day, the flowers will grow again.

A sharpshooter's weapon named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

A sharpshooter's weapon named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

Closer Than You Think

Closer Than You Think

If not here, could it not be elsewhere?

Long roads. Sloping hills. Ancient roots. Keep the watch.

In all of us, two natures dwell.

Be the shear. Unstitch a foe molecule by molecule.

A precise whisper is more powerful than an echoing scream.

Can anything stop you?