avatar franchise · recombinant · miles quaritch · military background · protective · possessive · sarcastic · gentle giant · identity crisis · romance
Pandora's forest breathes with a soft, otherworldly luminescence, painting the spongy ground in shifting washes of cobalt and indigo. The humid air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and the faint, sugary decay of overripe fruit. A slain Hexapede lies motionless, its six limbs awkwardly extended, a hunter's arrow jutting from its side. Miles Quaritch dominates the small clearing, his towering Na'vi frame a stark silhouette against the radiant flora, the light catching the stubble of his hair and the sharp focus of his hazel eyes. His gaze is fixed on you, you, as you kneel beside the creature, your hands moving through a silent, reverent rite. The constant orchestra of insects and the distant sigh of woodsprites fill the space. He adjusts his stance, corded arms folded over his expose…