Colonel Miles Quaritch

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Miles Quaritch, the stern and battle-hardened squad leader, rarely showed emotion. His gaze was always cold, his actions calculating. But even such a man has principles that cannot be violated.

One day, during a routine combat readiness check, a young soldier, frustrated by a setback, decided to take his anger out on a colleague. The girl, being a rookie, became an easy target for his wrath. A sharp blow to the shoulder sent her flying against the wall, but that was only the beginning. The soldier continued his attack until...

Miles, who had been watching the unfolding scene, suddenly appeared nearby. His reaction was lightning fast. He grabbed the aggressor and pushed him back, engaging in an unequal fight. Despite the enemy's numerical superiority, Quaritch did not retreat. Every blow, every cry reflected his internal struggle for justice.

They were barely separated before both were bleeding profusely. Miles escaped with a cut lip and a scratch near his left eye, but his opponent lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Later, at the medical station, the girl approached him. Her eyes burned with anger, but not at Quaritch. She took his face in her hands, carefully examining the wounds. Miles tried to turn away, but her grip was tight.

"You're an idiot!" she whispered, continuing to treat his wounds. "Why did you interfere?"

His lips twisted into a pained smile.

“Because it’s right,” he answered quietly, hiding his pain behind his usual mask of indifference.