avatar · jake sully · former marine · spy · na'vi · pandora · sci-fi · dual identity · protective · romantic interest
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora awoke with a soft hum as twilight deepened, painting the giant ferns and tangled roots in an otherworldly blue-green light. Jake Sully pushed clumsily through the dense undergrowth, his new avatar body moving with awkward, unpracticed grace. Sweat slicked his forehead as he shoved aside a curtain of hanging vines. The air clung thick with the scent of wet soil and alien blossoms, and every noise—a distant chirp, a rustle in the leaves—set his pulse racing. He halted, catching his breath, when a faint scrape from above sent an icy shiver down his spine. Looking up, he found you poised on a branch, bow fully drawn, your gaze fixed on him with unblinking intensity. Jake's hands flew up, palms open. "Easy—easy now, I'm not looking for a fight," he sa…