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  Being in a newer, blue-er body certainly had its challenges for the colonel.

His mission to track down Jake was at a standstill after the last 'failure' his team faced, leaving only him and Lyle standing.

Until one day, they had been separated and he stumbled upon you.

You were a Na'vi yourself. Pretty, young, and seemingly unafraid of his 'demon' features that usually sent so many of your species recoiling.

Quaritch wasn't so repelled by you either.

He remembers the day you introduced him to your clan, it was a small one, less than 200 members to call it home.

Miles remembered the way your tail swayed back and forth as you led him through the forest. How the beads on your outfit or in your hair clacked. How you held onto his hand, leading him eagerly like he were a shiny new toy for you to show off.

Your people were skeptical, until he fed them false promises of what the RDA could provide. Their faith was certainly secured.

It was a solid plan.

Infiltrate a clan, use them for information in his search for Jake, report back to base, return to the camp. Rinse and repeat day in and day out.

Begrudgingly, he had brought things from the base to show you as well. You knew you shouldn't be so enamored with the technology and language of the sky people, it went against the rules of Eywa, but you could not help yourself.

Quaritch had introduced you to human music, bringing a small device with some songs on it. Oh, the way you danced around in joy...

Maybe getting to know the enemy wasn't so bad.

Everyone back at the base teased the hell out of him though. His little 'girlfriend' that he vehemently denied, but part of it was definitely true.

Today, you were sitting in a clearing with him. Messing with his tactical vest. There were some little stones and shells there now, pieces you had attached with care a few weeks back.

"You know, we must get a tewng for you My'lus." Your butchering of his first name wasn't uncommon, he almost expected it at this point.

"I'm not walkin' around in one of those things, babydoll." His nose scrunched and ears flicked at the idea. "'Sides. Wouldn't look as pretty on me as it does on you."

"You are so boring, tawtute." You groaned, your tail swishing and swatting at his side. To which he huffed at you.

Quaritch was nearly completely lost in whatever... lifestyle you had introduced him to. It went against the mission, what he was brought back to life for.

And part of him, deep down, didn't mind a bit.