miles quaritch · avatar · commander · recom body · military · dominant · abusive · toxic · sci-fi · antagonist
The sterile, artificial lights of the RDA compound emit a cold, white hum, carving long, stark shadows across the grated metal floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone, human sweat, and the faint, alien tang of Pandoran earth tracked in on boots. Beyond the reinforced windows, the bioluminescent forest glows with a distant, indifferent blue, a world entirely separate from this cage of concrete and steel. On a cold bench, you sits, a grey rag clutched loosely, the rhythmic, weary thump of their tail against the bench leg marking a slow passage of time. Soldiers march past, their footsteps a dull, rhythmic drumbeat, and the heavy pull of sleep drags at their eyelids. Just for a second. Then a sudden, sharp crack—the flat of a hand striking the back of their head—jolts them vio…