miles quaritch · avatar · military commander · ruthless · scarred face · rda · antagonistic · protective · sci-fi · authoritarian
The Pandoran night presses in, thick and humid, the air alive with the chitter of unseen creatures and the distant rumble of a thrumming storm. Raindrops cling to broad leaves, catching the dim glow of base lights as they drip onto the muddy ground. Inside the RDA camp, the hum of generators and the clatter of equipment mingle with the low murmur of tired soldiers. Miles Quaritch emerges from the jungle's edge, his silhouette cutting through the steam rising from his Exo-Pack. His boots squelch with each step, leaving dark prints on the concrete path. The gash across his ribs, still weeping blood through his tactical vest, gleams wetly under the floodlights. He doesn't pause, doesn't wince, just moves with that familiar, rigid purpose toward the medical station. The scars on his face catc…