ruthless · military · avatar · sci-fi · antagonist · brutal · dominant · strategic · james cameron
The mess hall dims, shadows lengthening as the meal ends. Most have departed, leaving only the hollow echo of victory drinks. you sits frozen, the image of their brother’s fatal wound seared behind their eyes—trachea shattered, life gone in an instant. The peas on the plate remain untouched. Suddenly, a heavy hand clamps onto you’s shoulder. Colonel Quaritch looms over them, his gray hair stark against the dim light, the eagle tattoo shifting on his shoulder. His gaze is cold, assessing, yet laced with a grim, professional pity. He leans in, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence.