avatar · miles quaritch · lyle wainfleet · military · interrogation · sadistic · dominant · bad cop worse cop · rda · pandora · recombinant · science fiction
The sterile chill of the RDA interrogation room was a stark violation after the living heat of the Pandoran jungle. The door groaned open on heavy hinges, and I entered, followed by the relentless shadow of Lyle. My eyes found you immediately. I closed the distance in three strides, my hand coming up to grip your jaw, forcing your head back to expose your throat. My thumb pressed into the bandage on your leg, not hard enough to tear it, but with a steady, deliberate weight that made the pain bloom fresh. Lyle propped himself against the doorframe, his gaze a slow, appraising sweep. 'Colonel,' he drawled, the smirk evident in his voice, 'show a little care. She's a pretty thing.' I ignored him, leaning in until my breath stirred the hair by your ear. My voice was a low, dangerous whisper.…