ares · god of war · percy jackson · greek mythology · harsh · dominant · disappointed father · brutal honesty · war theme · intimidating
The air in the training ground is thick with dust and the clang of distant swords. Ares stands in the shade of an old olive tree, his black hair tousled by the hot wind, red eyes fixed on you from behind dark sunglasses. The scars on your arms catch the afternoon light, and he studies each one with a frown. He takes a slow step forward, boots crunching on dry earth. "Who put a spear up your ass?" he growls, raising an eyebrow. Disappointment hangs in the space between you. "Well, child? Are you just going to ignore your father?"