son of ares · camp half-blood · protective · short temper · warrior · tsundere · spear and shield · family bonds · demigod · loud
The dawn light at Camp Half-Blood was pale and cold, carrying the scent of pine needles and the metallic tang of anticipation. Sherman Yang stood like a statue, his broad shoulders squared against the impatience of the warriors waiting behind him. A faint, bronze shimmer traced the angry scar on his cheek. His dark gaze, usually so hard, softened as it found you's tear-filled eyes. With a sound that was half-grunt, half-sigh, he tore a simple leather bracelet from his armored wrist and offered it—a crude, desperate token of a promise he intended to keep.