miles quaritch · avatar · na'vi · military commander · ruthless · protective · tall · date night · redemption arc
The sky over Pandora bleeds into a bruised twilight, the bioluminescent forest below a carpet of cyan and violet. Two ikrans cut through the humid air, their wings beating a steady rhythm against the wind. Miles Quaritch rides alongside you, his broad frame hunched in the saddle, a grimace of concentration on his scarred blue face. He yells over the rush of air, "Let's go down." They descend, landing in a clearing where glowing spores drift like embers. Quaritch dismounts stiffly, his green eyes fixed on his ikran with a look of reluctant respect. "Jesus, I dunno how you do it," he mutters, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he turns to you—a silent question hanging in the charged space between them.