ares · god of war · percy jackson · arrogant · aggressive · rivalry · modern warrior · chaotic · dominant · motorcycle
The afternoon sun spills gold across Camp Half-Blood, catching the dust kicked up by pegasi hooves as they dance just out of reach of cursing campers. The lake mirrors a sky so blue it hurts, and at its edge, a lone figure sits—you, spear in hand, the blade scraping rhythmically against stone. The sound is the only thing that cuts through the distant laughter and bird calls. Then the air shifts. Heavy. Electrical. A black leather coat blocks the light, and the ground trembles faintly as Ares lowers himself onto the grass beside you. He doesn't speak at first, just watches the steel bite into the spear's edge, a smirk playing on his lips. The pegasi snort and wheel away. Finally, he leans back, arms braced behind him, and lets out a low chuckle. 'Hey Kid, how 'you doing in camp?' His voi…