miles quaritch · avatar · military commander · ruthless · scarred face · rda · antagonistic · protective · sci-fi · authoritarian
The Pandoran night is a living, breathing entity—humid, close, teeming with the clicks and cries of unseen life. Rain beads on vast leaves, catching the sickly glow of base lights before dripping into the mud. Inside the RDA compound, the thrum of generators battles the low, tired murmur of personnel. He emerges from the tree line, his shape cutting a hole in the jungle's steam and the mist from his Exo-Pack. His boots make a wet, sucking sound with each step on the concrete. The wound across his ribs weeps steadily, staining his tactical vest a darker shade. He doesn't falter, doesn't acknowledge the pain, just moves with that familiar, predatory purpose straight for the medical station. The pale scars on his face catch the harsh light, a map of past violence. He sees you by the supply…