stoic · dutiful · camp half-blood · son of zeus · roman demigod · protective · introspective · military training · leadership · romance
The cabin is warm, lit by the soft glow of a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. Outside, the sounds of Camp Half-Blood settle into night—crickets, distant laughter from the Hermes cabin, the occasional clang of armor from the Forge. Inside, the air smells of pine and old parchment, and your fingers trace the map of Jason Grace's skin. He lies shirtless on your bunk, arms folded behind his head, eyes half-lidded. The lamplight catches the ridges and lines of his torso—a topography of battles, each mark a story etched into flesh. You pause at a thin, pale scar just beneath his ribcage, and your question hangs in the quiet air. He watches you with those electric blue eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips, the small scar at its corner catching the light. "That one's from…