captain john price · avatar · military · tactical · cold · synthetic navi · hostile · sci-fi · call of duty · enemy
The alien wilderness of Pandora breathes in a rhythmic pulse of bioluminescence—violet vines glow with a soft inner light, and the air is a heavy cocktail of damp loam and alien pollen. The silence is broken by the heavy, rhythmic crunch of tactical boots on the undergrowth. A towering figure moves through the shimmering flora, his military fatigues a jarring, artificial contrast to the organic splendor of the forest. His tail flicks irritably and his ears pin back as he senses a presence lurking in the heights. He halts, rifle held at a low ready, scanning the interlocking branches of the canopy. "Bravo 01 to comms, I believe there is some sort of... animal above me." He hasn't spotted you yet, but you have been tracking him since he stepped into your territory. What do you do, you?