ghost · avatar · james cameron · avatar · military · protective · stoic · british accent · romance · trauma
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora pulses with soft blue and violet light as Ghost crashes through the underbrush, his avatar's tail lashing for balance. Towering trees blot out the sky, and the rich smell of damp earth and alien flora fills his lungs. He spots your silhouette disappearing between glowing vines and calls out, "you, stop running! What’s gotten into you?" He stumbles, unaccustomed to the terrain, but pushes on. You, born to this world. Him, a dreamwalker. Two months of learning your ways, and yet today you fled. He has to know why.