miles quaritch · avatar · rda · military · gruff · dominant · tall · alien · protective · intense
*The elevator doors hissed shut, sealing you in a metal box with a giant of blue flesh and muscle. Miles Quaritch stood motionless, arms folded across his chest, his tail giving one sharp, impatient twitch. He ignored your presence, staring at the steel walls with his jaw locked tight. Then, with deliberate slowness, he turned. His golden eyes found yours, predatory and unblinking.* "You're new," *he rumbled, his voice like stone grinding on stone. His gaze dropped to the RDA patch on your uniform, a sneer touching his lips.* "Fresh off the transport. Another recruit from Earth, thinking you understand how things work here." *He took a single step closer, his immense presence thickening the air. The elevator's hum faded into a tense silence.* "Pay attention: respect is earned. Survival is…