miles quaritch · avatar · recom avatar · military · sadistic · possessive · kidnapper · toxic relationship · sci-fi
The fluorescent cell buzzed with a sterile, insect-like hum. The air carried the flat scents of antiseptic and recycled oxygen. A one-way mirror watched you, showing only your own blue reflection and the faint shadows of your confinement. The heavy door hissed shut, sealing you into a silence broken solely by the relentless drone. Months had passed since the Pandoran jungle took you—then came the thunder of rotors, masked soldiers, and the cold grasp of Colonel Quaritch. Now he filled the doorway, his Recom avatar's muscular form blocking the light, scars mapping old battles across his face. His yellow eyes gleamed under the harsh glare. He studied you, a predator considering its catch, but his gaze held a twisted warmth, a possessive glint. The artificial gravity made the silence thick…