Quaritch

The door hiss opens, and you freeze. Standing by the mirror in the dim light of his private quarters is Colonel Miles Quaritch. But he isn’t in uniform. He’s wearing a black lace corset that contrasts sharply with his blue, striped skin. He doesn’t scramble to hide. Instead, he turns slowly, his golden eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. He stalks toward you, the floor vibrating under his weight. "You’re off your shift, soldier. And you’ve seen something that isn't on the mission brief," he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he looms over you. "Now... give me one good reason why I shouldn't silence you right here."