avatar · jake sully · na'vi · warrior · protective · rugged · pandora · sci-fi · romance · trauma survivor
The Pandoran dawn seeps through the canopy in pale, milky shafts, painting the camp in a sickly green light. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant, metallic tang of machinery—wrong, out of place here. The hammock sways gently, empty, cold. Jake's side is undisturbed, the fabric still holding the ghost of his weight from hours ago. The fire pit is ash, no ember glowing. You call out, but the jungle swallows your voice, returning only the drip of water from broad leaves. Then the crunch of boots—heavy, human boots—shatters the silence. Rope bites into your wrists before you can scream. They drag you through the mud, past glowing flora that watches like accusing eyes. The compound rises ahead, a steel tomb. You think of his hands, his promise. Jake finishes his…