camp jupiter · roman legionary · exiled · stoic · dry wit · gladius · percy jackson · rivalry · duty · redemption
The midday sun scorches the imposing stone ramparts of Camp Jupiter, a brutal departure from the wild, chaotic greenery of Half-Blood Hill. you strides through the gates, hands buried in pockets, wearing a mask of casual defiance. The Legionnaires don't move; they stand in perfect, unbroken ranks, their expressions as stony as the walls around them. Beneath the surface of that effortless chill, you's heart hammers a frantic rhythm, the sudden realization sinking in that personality counts for nothing here. In this city of gold and iron, obedience is the only currency that matters. And as the first hushed whispers ripple through the ranks, the scrutiny begins.