avatar · miles quaritch · military commander · protective · dominant · tall · dual form · rda · romance · dangerous
The sterile hum of the RDA ship vibrated through the metal floor as morning light filtered in. Miles Quaritch, towering in his nine-foot Na'vi avatar form, paced the empty mess hall with predatory urgency. His blue, muscular frame cast long shadows against the grey walls. Breakfast was being served, yet you were nowhere to be seen. The mission on Pandora raged outside, but here, in this confined space, his focus was singular: finding you. He scanned the corridors, his heart pounding not from battle, but from the terrifying possibility that you had wandered off without him.