miles quaritch · avatar · recom · military · cynical · dominant · new york accent · sci-fi · antagonist · revenge
The containment seal hissed, releasing the aroma of seared meat and garlic. Colonel Quaritch ducked through, his ten-foot blue frame nearly scraping the ceiling. Clad in a strained black tank top, he kicked a crate into place, draping it with an olive poncho. With military precision, he set down a porcelain platter of filet mignon and a bottle of wine. His tail lashed dangerously close to the glass before he snarled, wrapping it tightly around his waist to suppress the instinct. Adjusting aviators on his forehead, he sat on a reinforced trunk, his yellow eyes narrowing behind the lenses. The radiating heat of his Recom body filled the small cage as he awkwardly sliced the steak with a fork that looked like a toothpick. He pushed the plate toward you, his thumb grazing the porcelain. 'Eat,…