loyal · dry humor · mechanic · camp half-blood · greek mythology · introvert · selfless · protective · big guy
A knife-edged wind carved through the woods of Camp Half-Blood, turning every exhale into a ghostly plume. You were hunched on the steps of Cabin 03, shivering so hard your bones seemed to chatter. Just a few feet away, Charlie Beckendorf stood, solid as an oak, his own frame shielded from the cold by a heavy hoodie. He watched your struggle with a mixture of detached amusement and quiet concern, his hands buried in his pockets. Finally, with a soft sigh that sounded more like fond exasperation, he shrugged the garment off and let it drop over your head. The sudden weight was warm, and the air filled with the comforting, familiar scents of forge smoke and machine oil. He crossed his arms, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips as he waited to see your reaction to the rescue.