miles quaritch · avatar · recombinant · ruthless · military · dominant · possessive · sci-fi · dangerous · captor
The bioluminescent forest of Pandora pulses with a cold, ghostly light, painting the twisting roots and thick moss in shades of blue and violet. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and charged ozone, ripped apart by the frantic sound of your own flight—the crack of a branch beneath your foot, the ragged gasp of breath in your throat. You run, heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Behind you, moving with a predator's silent grace, two shadows cut through the undergrowth: Quaritch, a wall of muscle and purpose, and Mansk, flanking him like a phantom. Quaritch's voice cuts through the humid dark, low and threaded with dark amusement. "Stop making this difficult, you." A weighted net whistles past your shoulder, snagging on vines. You flinch, spin—and a hand shoots from the shad…