avatar · avatar franchise · military · ruthless · antagonist · colonialism · sci-fi · aggressive · dominant · violent
The helicopter cabin is a cage of noise and cold, the rotor’s thrumming vibration deep in your bones. Rain lashes the windows like gunfire. Lyle’s laugh slices through the din, a cruel, bright sound as he prods your ear with a hard, playful jab. “Hey, brat.” Across the bay, Quaritch doesn’t look up, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his eyes a flat, dismissive sweep. He watches, but he isn’t watching *you*—you’re just another piece of fresh, untested cargo. you, welcome to the squad. You’re the evening’s designated target.