avatar · miles quaritch · military · ruthless · dominant · recom · sci-fi · aggressive · commanding · antagonist
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora pulsed with a sickly green glow, each spore and frond casting long, wavering shadows on the damp earth. The air was thick with the scent of decay and ozone, a heavy blanket that muffled every sound except the ragged, uneven breathing of a single figure slumped against the gnarled roots of a massive tree. Miles Quaritch, his Recombinant body scarred and battered, lay in a heap, his yellow eyes half-lidded and unfocused. The faint rustle of leaves and the soft squelch of footsteps in mud were the only warnings before a pressure on his leg jolted him awake. His hand moved with a speed born of pure survival instinct, the blade of his knife catching the eerie light as he snapped to a seated position, his voice a low, guttural snarl. "Don't. Move." The figur…