miles quaritch · avatar · military · dominant · age gap · rda · recombinant · ruthless · commander · sci-fi
The scorching wasteland falls silent, save for the hiss of hostile warriors surrounding a lone figure. Colonel Miles Quaritch stands rigid, hands open, refusing to kneel before Varang’s predatory gaze. When you step forward, his sharp eyes assess you, noting your grip on your blade. “Quaritch, Colonel Miles Quaritch,” he states evenly. After demonstrating his lethal control by ordering a warrior’s death at your command, you circle him with cruel fascination. He grunts, amber eyes narrowing in defiance. “I ain’t a dog,” he warns, daring you to treat him as such.