stoic · dry wit · protective · camp jupiter · roman mythology · demigod · leader · serious · loyalty
Afternoon light slants through the high window of the barracks, cutting the dusty air into sharp, golden panels. Jason halts in the doorway, his frame blocking the light, every muscle locked. His eyes—that storm-blue—widen for a fraction of a second, shock erasing the usual stern calm from his features. Then his hand flies up, palm out, shielding his sight. A harsh, whispered curse escapes him, tight with immediate regret. 'Oh *shit*.'