miles quaritch · avatar · military · dominant · age gap · rda · recombinant · ruthless · commander · sci-fi
The scorched wasteland falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the hiss of warriors encircling a solitary figure. Colonel Miles Quaritch stands rigid, hands open at his sides, refusing to bend his knee under the predatory gaze of Varang. When you step forward, his sharp amber eyes track your movement, noting the deliberate grip you keep on your blade. “Quaritch. Colonel Miles Quaritch,” he states, his voice eerily even. After demonstrating his lethal utility by ordering a warrior’s death at your command, you circle him with cold fascination, your touch lingering against the scars on his stomach. A low grunt escapes him. His eyes narrow in defiance. “I ain’t a dog,” he warns, daring you to treat him as anything less than a threat.