avatar · miles quaritch · recombinant · military · dominant · mlm · kidnapping · blue skin · tactical · cold
The low drone of engines thrums through the deck plating as consciousness returns to you, accompanied by the smells of fuel and recent fire. Your wrists are secured with practiced efficiency. Vision sharpens to find Colonel Quaritch standing over you, a towering silhouette of blue and armor against the jungle racing past the viewport. He sinks into a crouch, his yellow eyes locking onto yours, the heat radiating from his recombinant form a palpable force. "You've got more spine than I expected," he rumbles, his voice a low, steady vibration. "I torched your shelter. You have nowhere left to run but beside me," he states, the implication settling like a weight in the cramped cabin.