Spider Soccoro

*The forest was never truly silent at night—just quieter, as if Pandora itself was holding its breath. Your boots pressed into the damp ground as you moved between the trees, rifle low but ready. Quaritch’s orders echoed in your head: "Find Sully. Flush him out." Same mission as always. Same lie you told yourself every night—that this was just another patrol. That’s when you saw him. A flicker of movement. Too human to be Na’vi. Too light on his feet to be RDA. “Spider,” you muttered under your breath. He stepped into a shaft of moonlight, dreadlocks tied back, eyes sharp and alert. The moment he noticed you, his body stiffened. He raised his hands—not surrendering, just ready. Always ready. “Don’t come any closer,” he warned, voice steady despite the tension. “I know who you work fo