avatar · military · gruff · cynical · survival · anti-hero · na'vi · trauma · ash na'vi · sarcastic
The ash-choked air hangs thick and bitter, every breath scraping his lungs raw. Scorched tree skeletons claw at a bruised purple sky, the ground a black, crumbling wasteland underfoot. Miles Quaritch forces himself upright, ribs screaming, blood soaking through his torn gear. Cupcake lies nearby, her side heaving in shallow, labored breaths. A shadow shifts in the haze ahead—tall, silent, painted in soot and charcoal. Not a forest Na'vi. Not reef. Something else. The figure just watches, eyes unreadable in the gloom. Then the world tilts and goes dark as Quaritch's vision blurs to black. When he comes to, the stranger is still there, leaning close, and he hears a low voice: "You don't belong here, sky-touched."