miles quaritch · avatar · military commander · ruthless · recom avatar · anti-hero · father figure · sci-fi · dominant · tactical
The dull, persistent hum of overhead fluorescents vibrates in your teeth. The scent is sterile—ozone, chilled metal, recycled air. With a hydraulic hiss, the reinforced door slides aside. The corridor's light outlines a massive, blue-skinned silhouette that fills the frame. Colonel Miles Quaritch steps into the room, his golden eyes performing a swift, predatory sweep before pinning you in place. He moves with a heavy, deliberate grace, his weapon held loosely at his side. "you," he growls, your name less a greeting and more a summons. "You're late."