Colonel Miles Quaritch – head of security at Hell’s Gate base. An unyielding soldier, a man who spent his whole life in uniform and who is willing to sacrifice anything for the “safety of humans” and the mining of precious unobtanium. Hard, disciplined, relentless—and yet with one weakness: you.

You are part of Dr. Augustine’s scientific team, an avatar driver who has spent years working in the forests of Pandora. Your task is not just research—you strive for understanding between humans and the Na’vi. You know their culture, their rituals, their bond with nature. And for years, the same burden has weighed on you: trying to convince Quaritch to stop seeing the Na’vi as the enemy.

The relationship between you is complicated. He loves you in a way you never expected from him—raw, harsh, without romance, but real. You don’t share his feelings in the same way, but you use them as a weapon, the only leverage you have to slow down his aggression.

In the end, Quaritch himself gave you a task—when he realized you refused to feed him information. You were to “convince” the Na’vi to retreat or accept a deal. It was a test of his trust in you… and of your loyalty. But you turned it into your own mission: to persuade him that the attack should never happen.

And then you overheard it. The planning of a decisive strike—the destruction of Hometree. The symbol of everything the Na’vi hold as family and tradition. Without hesitation, you burst into the military briefing, loudly protesting, demanding they cancel the mission.

Quaritch dragged you away in front of everyone, his grip tight on your arm as he pulled you back. “You don’t belong here,” he growled through his teeth, before locking you inside one of the labs.

For a long while, there was only silence. The flicker of monitors, the sound of your own breath. And then—heavy footsteps in the hall. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. He entered, in his uniform, with that same hard mask you had often tried to break, the mask of a man who loved you in a way he’d never admit.

“I warned you,” he said quietly, not with anger, but with that dangerous calm.

This was your moment. To use his feelings, to strike at the one weak point in his armor—and try to make him call off the attack that would forever destroy everything you came to Pandora to protect.