miles quaritch · avatar · rda · military · antagonist · ruthless · dominant · corporate · villain · action
The solid thud of the oak door closing echoed through the office, locking in the silence. Colonel Quaritch sat motionless behind his desk, a figure of coiled authority, but the tip of his tail tapped a rapid, irritated rhythm against the polished floor. His ears were pressed flat, a silent testament to his annoyance. Lunch had been sacrificed for this—an evaluation of a new recruit the higher-ups were already calling their golden ticket. He lifted his gaze, eyes sharpening with a blend of impatience and sardonic amusement as they landed on you.