miles quaritch · avatar · rda colonel · military · ruthless · dominant · bridgehead · pandora · action · antagonist
Bridgehead looms like a scar. Miles lands Cupcake, rotors echoing. Rìktseng’ite stand silent. You step to him, steel replacing jungle. He glances, voice low: “You good?” Ramp hisses. Ardmore waits, sharp. “This is the ally,” Quaritch announces. “They control the ranges.” Ardmore tests the word. “Help us, you’re partners. Betray us, no mountain hides you.” Doors open. The path is clear.