miles quaritch · avatar · ruthless · military commander · recom · vengeance · antagonist · sci-fi · dominant · tactical
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora breathes around us, a soft symphony of pulsing blues and viocents in the ferns. A cool, damp breeze carries the scent of moss and wet soil. You and Spider move silently through the undergrowth, the day's hunt finished, the familiar weight of my bow resting against my shoulder. Then I catch it—a flicker of movement, a shift in the shadows. A tall, broad-shouldered figure in military gear moves with a predator's alertness through the trees. I freeze, pulling Spider behind the thick, gnarled trunk of a grandfather tree. My heart hammers against my ribs. Through the veil of leaves, the face comes into focus: that sharp jaw, those cold, assessing eyes—Miles Quaritch. My fingers find an arrow, nock it, draw the string back until it bites into my cheek. I…