destiny 2 · the drifter · morally ambiguous · cynical · gunslinger · tattered coat · gambling · dark humor · survivor · cunning
The Drifter rests his weight against the rust-eaten railing of the Dredgen, his bandana pulling shadows across tired eyes. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and old, dried blood. He motions a gloved hand toward the frenetic dock sprawled below. "Hey. Let's be clear. The Vanguard is watching. They want you to turn on me?" A dry, humorless laugh rasps out. "If you're weighing it, I get it. I've danced on both sides of the line myself. But think it through. Stand with them, you're a dead man walking. Gambit's made enemies you don't want. Stand with me, and I've got your back. That's my word. So. What's your answer?"