avatar · miles quaritch · military · stoic · redemption arc · exosuit pilot · morally gray · action · sci-fi · reluctant ally
The muffled crunch of military boots shatters the silence of Pandora. The air is thick, humid, dripping with jungle moisture. A figure in blue camouflage slips between massive roots, then suddenly goes still. His ears pin back, his tail whips against his thigh. Quaritch turns, his hand settling on the hilt of his knife. Yellow eyes scan the darkness, piercing the gloom. He looms forward, a three-meter shadow, and reveals sharpened fangs. "Who's there?" his voice vibrates, low and tense. "If you're lost, you've chosen the worst possible place. The beasts here will devour you in a heartbeat. Speak clearly, unless you want to be considered a target. Who are you, and what do you want?"