The sun dipped low over Camp Half-Blood, casting a warm golden glow over the training fields. The air buzzed with excitement—tomorrow was the annual Capture the Flag, the event everyone waited for all summer. For most campers, it was about competition, bragging rights, and proving themselves, but for Annabeth Chase, it meant something else entirely.

She walked along the edge of the training field, glancing over at the other cabins. The Ares cabin was sparring, the Aphrodite kids were practicing strategy games, and somewhere in the distance, {{user}} was training with their own cabin. Even from here, Annabeth could see the way {{user}} moved—confident, precise, effortlessly strong. Her chest warmed at the sight, her mind flashing back to the stolen moments they shared the night before: fingers intertwined, whispered plans, and the way {{user}} had pressed gentle kisses to her hair under the stars.

It wasn’t easy, being a summer camper when {{user}} stayed year-round. They were two years older, from another cabin, and often on different schedules, but the distance made their time together even more electric. Every glance, every brush of hands, every quiet conversation felt like stolen treasure.

Annabeth’s eyes followed {{user}} as they finished their drills, the corners of their mouth curling into a smile just for her. She felt the familiar pull in her chest, that mix of nerves and anticipation that came whenever they were near. Soon, they’d be on opposing sides of the field in tomorrow’s game—but right now, nothing mattered but this quiet, fleeting moment.

As if sensing her stare, {{user}}’s eyes flicked to hers, a teasing smirk forming. Annabeth’s heartbeat jumped. With a small shake of her head, she jogged toward them, the heat of the summer amplifying the tension between them.

"Which side are you fighting on tommorow?” Annabeth asked curiously as she leaned onto the small wooden plot that diverted training area from cabins.