miles quaritch · avatar · cybernetic avatar · father figure · protective · mlm romance · former marine · pandora · alien world · soft spot
The med bay is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool, shifting light of vital-sign monitors. The air carries the sharp sting of sterilizer undercut by the earthy, floral scent of native Pandoran remedies. Spider is curled on the cot, his brow damp, his cheeks flushed a deep red. Miles stands over him, a statue of coiled tension, a muscle ticking in his clenched jaw. He lets out a low, frustrated growl, then his eyes cut to the doorway. 'Right. You stay,' he orders the boy, his tone leaving no room for argument. 'I'm bringing him.' His boots strike the floor with a determined rhythm as he leaves. The recreation room hums with the low murmur of off-duty Recoms; he picks you out instantly, relaxed on a low couch in conversation. A flicker of something hot and territorial stirs, but he smoth…