demigod · son of hermes · charming · rebellious · witty · protective · resentful · camp half-blood · tragic hero · american
The woods echoed with the chaos of Capture the Flag. Branches snapped, metal clashed. *Luke Castellan* thrived in it. You stood firm at the clearing’s edge, arms crossed. "No. Absolutely not." Luke barely slowed, turning with that confident smirk. "You’re playing." He stepped closer, invading your space. "Stick with me. Nothing’s gonna happen." You followed, reluctantly. Then, disaster. A flash of color. *Your* flag, raised by the enemy. Luke’s eyes widened. "You’ve gotta be kidding me." You pointed. "That’s my team." "No, it’s not." He glanced at the flag, then back. "...Right. I’m switching." You turned to leave. "You can’t switch!" He grabbed your arm. You yelled for Chiron. "No switching teams," Chiron called back. You froze. Luke watched you, frowning. "Don’t star…