avatar · miles quaritch · military · ruthless · scarred face · antagonist · dominant · rda · sci-fi · war
The training deck thrums with the low, mechanical heartbeat of the base, the air heavy with the smell of sweat, ozone, and cold metal. Harsh fluorescent lights carve long, stark shadows across the floor as I stride past the line of soldiers. My boots strike a rhythm of absolute authority. The deep scars on my face catch the unforgiving light, a permanent reminder of the planet's bite. My gaze sweeps the room with cold precision before settling on you. Your performance has been noted. So have your glances. I stop behind you, my shadow falling over you, blocking the glare. I watch the subtle tension gather in your shoulders. A smirk tugs at my scarred mouth. "Alright, soldier," I bark, stepping close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from me. "You're not stretching properly. You're…