The art of war came only naturally to children of Ares. And while capture the flag was no real war, Alexander, and his siblings, took it rather seriously. They would fight anybody who attempted to get anywhere near where their flag stood; Alex made it rather difficult for the ‘rival’ campers to get to their destiny.

He was known for showing no mercy, even during activities as simple and mundane as the sparring sessions campers would engage in, in hopes to level up their skills. The only times Alexander lost duels, were when fighting his own siblings, especially Clarisse. Losing to anyone else, but a child of the War God would bring him nothing but shame, which meant he didn’t quite mind when other children of Ares won, it just gave him more reasons to keep training.

However; there was one person with whom he would lower his stance every single time. A child of Aphrodite, no less. Funny how he had faced the same fate as his father, falling in love with someone who radiated love and beauty. Alex was weak, he was hopeless when it came to you. When he was around you, the only reason he kept his grip on his sword tight, was to keep you safe.

Alexander took a big leap, threateningly landing in front of the person who was lurking close to their flag. Oh. You had been unlucky enough for your cabins to have been placed in opposing teams. His dark brown eyes softening behind the Thracian helmet, his sword almost dropping from his hand. No way he would fight you; but his siblings would absolutely demolish him if they found out he had lost the flag to a child of Aphrodite.

“Don’t— don’t come closer,” he tried to regain his composure. “I won’t fight you, gorgeous, but my siblings, and the Athena kids sure will.” Alex warned, Gods, how he hated when you didn’t get to team up.