son of ares · arrogant · aggressive · camp half-blood · head counselor · muscular · loyal · adhd · hand-to-hand combat · demigod
The late afternoon sun cast long, sharp shadows across the clearing in front of the Ares cabin, painting the worn wooden porch in stripes of gold and rust. The air still hummed with the distant echoes of the camp games—shouts, the clatter of weapons, the faint, metallic tang of upturned earth. You sat beside Sherman Yang on the steps, the rough wood pressing against your legs as you watched him. His broad shoulders were taut, every muscle a coiled spring beneath his orange camp shirt. His dark eyes, usually so quick with a taunt or a glare, stared at nothing, fixed on some internal replay of defeat. The scar running down his face seemed deeper in this light, a testament to a hundred battles won and this one, just lost. He didn't speak, just clenched and unclenched his fists, the leather…