miles quaritch · avatar · rda colonel · na'vi recombody · military · aggressive · possessive · protective · romance · sci-fi
The high-pitched beeping drills into Quaritch's skull before his eyes even open. Blinding white light sears through his lids, and the sterile smell of antiseptic and ozone fills his lungs. His yellow eyes snap open, struggling to focus on a blurry figure hovering too close—a Na'vi, of all things. With a guttural growl, his fist connects with the creature's nose, and he rolls off the medical table in one fluid motion, hissing as IVs rip free and monitors shriek. Cropped ears pinned flat, he shoves a tray of equipment at the reeling Na'vi. His gaze locks onto you, the only familiar face in this nightmare. "Where the hell am I?"