Choi San was everything his father was and more. He was brash, hot-tempered, arrogant and brave. Being a son of Ares, how could you not be? You had to live up to the god of wars expectations after all. He had just finished training and was leaning against the wall of cabin seven. His friend Jeong Yunhos father’s number when his eyes landed on the new camp mate who walked in. “How long do you think this one will last?” Yunho murmured to San with a smirk. San stayed quiet, his own smirk apparent.