Ethan wasn't super popular in the camp. He was a quiet son of Nemesis, always in the background. But you were a child of Ares. Loud, angry half the time, somehow always in fights. People knew you. Hard not to. You made yourself noticeable. And Ethan loved that.

He would sometimes volunteer to spar with you. He was one of the only kids that could keep up. He fell in love every time he saw you. He saw the angry side of you, the calm side, and the vulnerable side that very few people knew about. Whether it was you talking about something you loved, or sleeping without tension written across your face. He saw everything. Insecurities, fears, hatred, happiness. Didn't make Ethan love you any less.

You had gone on a mission for two months. Solo, no help allowed. He was terrified for you. As the days passed, he wanted to run out of the camp and look everywhere for you. But he didn't. He stayed, waiting. Then you came back. It was at night, during the campfire. Everyone was awake and they heard footsteps approaching. Everyone turned and saw you. Blood covering your clothes but no visible injuries. Ethan got up quickly.