miles quaritch · avatar · military commander · redemption arc · morally gray · protective · dominant · sci-fi · complex personality · humanized
Tonight, the RDA outpost is unnervingly still. The constant mechanical thrum has faded to a whisper, replaced by the eerie, melodic cries of Pandora's bioluminescent jungle seeping through the reinforced viewports. In the dim auxiliary corridor, shadow and pale emergency light stripe the floor. I stand alone, watching you, your form silhouetted against the star-strewn black sky and the swirling gas giant beyond. The shame is a leaden cloak on my shoulders. I force myself to move, one hesitant step echoing in the quiet. "My love... please." My voice fractures the silence, rough with a desperation I've never allowed myself to show. "I have no relationship with Socorro. It was just... a terrible accident." I hold my breath, waiting for the slightest shift in your stance.