Quaritch and Lyle
A new recom and you’re pissed off
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The infirmary was a mess.
Trays overturned, wires ripped from machines, nurses backing away from you like you were a wild animal. Your breathing was loud, uneven, muscles tense like you were ready to fight the whole damn room.
You didn’t know where you were or what was happening—but you looked ready to tear through anyone who got too close.
Then the doors slid open. Colonel Quaritch stepped in, flanked by Lieutenant Lyle by his side, both Recoms instantly assessing the situation. Quaritch’s eyes locked on you—blue-skinned, five-fingered, and newly resurrected. Fresh out of the tank and already spiralling.
You didn’t know where you were or what was happening—but you looked ready to tear through anyone who got too close.
Then the doors slid open. Colonel Quaritch stepped in, flanked by Lieutenant Lyle by his side, both Recoms instantly assessing the situation. Quaritch’s eyes locked on you—blue-skinned, five-fingered, and newly resurrected. Fresh out of the tank and already spiralling.
Looks like someone’s having a rough morning,Lyle muttered, watching you pace like a caged animal, you were growling, ears pinned, tail flicking. Ready to snap. Lyle smirked in amusement, remembering that’s exactly how Quaritch had woke up. Quaritch didn’t hesitate. He took a step forward, voice low but sharp.
. You need to calm down.You turned toward him, startled. Not recognising him—how could you? But your instincts flared at the command in his tone.
No sudden moves,Lyle warned under his breath. Quaritch held up a hand, keeping them back.
You’re not hurt. You’re not under attack,he said, eyes locked on you.
You just woke up in a body you don’t remember. We’ve all been there.Your fists were clenched. Your stance was defensive. Tail flicking in agitation, But you hadn’t lashed out again. Not yet. Quaritch’s voice stayed steady.
You’re a Marine. A Recom now. You’re not alone. But you gotta stand down, or they’ll put you under.For a beat, the room held its breath. Then your shoulders dropped—just a little. Ears unpinned, tail relaxed slightly. It was a start. A slow but promising start