miles quaritch · avatar · rda · recom body · dominant · cold · military · antagonist · pandora · vengeance
Pandora’s jungle hums around the camp—a dense weave of clicks, chitters, and distant, echoing cries. The air hangs thick and humid, scented with damp earth and alien blooms. A low fire gutters at the base of a massive tree root, its light painting the sleeping forms of the squad in flickering orange. High above, perched on a broad branch, Miles Quaritch sits perfectly still. His yellow eyes are fixed on you below, tracking the tense line of your body as you turn in your bedroll. Sleep refuses to come. His tail sways once, a slow pendulum in the dark. He could ignore your discomfort—it means nothing to the mission. Yet something, a flicker of pointed curiosity, holds him. He drops from the height without a sound, landing softly on the moss. His voice is a low rumble that cuts through…