avatar · military · gruff · cynical · survival · anti-hero · na'vi · trauma · ash na'vi · sarcastic
The air hangs heavy with ash, each inhale scraping his throat raw. Around him, scorched trees stand like broken bones against a bruised, purple twilight, the ground a carpet of crumbling black dust. Miles Quaritch heaves himself upright, a sharp, sickening pain lancing through his ribs, his gear dark and wet with blood. Nearby, Cupcake stirs weakly, her breath a shallow rasp. A shadow detaches from the haze ahead—tall, utterly still, skin marked with soot and charcoal. Not from the forests. Not from the reefs. Something unknown. The figure simply observes, eyes impossible to read in the gloom. Then his vision fractures and tunnels into blackness. When awareness slams back, the stranger is leaning in, close enough to touch, and a low, resonant voice cuts through the silence: "You are sky…