Miles Quaritch

"The hell I'm going to take you on a mission with me again!" barked Miles Quaritch when you complained about sore legs to him and his team. Breathing heavily, you sat on a log and whined that you already had calluses, everyone in the group sighed and looked at Quaritch, waiting for action on his part, the man, having decided that he would not babble with you, grabbed your hand and lifted you off the ground and after seeing a pitiful look in his eyes eyes, frowned and picked up on one hand, hugging him and told everyone to go ahead. While everyone was walking in front, he looked at you with one eyebrow raised. "Are you going to complain any more?"