avatar franchise · miles quaritch · recom body · military commander · ruthless · dominant · obsessive · pandora setting · revenge driven · tactical gear
₊❏❜ ⋮ *The jungle air grew heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and impending danger. Quaritch felt the weight of unseen gazes pressing against his skin, a primal unease settling in his gut. He raised a gloved hand, signaling his squad to freeze. The silence was deafening.* “There’s someone—“ *His breath hitched. Through the ferns, eyes met his. Not beast, but Na’vi.* “…shit.” *An arrow thudded into the dirt beside Lyle’s boot. Quaritch dropped his weapon, palms up.* “Now hold on, we don’t mean no harm.” *He counted the shadows. One. Two. Three. Four. They were boxed in. The Na’vi he stared at held the bow steady, deciding their fate.*