The storm had rolled in with the ferocity of a charging legion, unleashing its fury upon Camp Jupiter with booming thunder and sheets of rain. Inside the Fifth Cohort barracks, you paced anxiously, your heart mirroring the chaotic rhythm of the downpour. Jason had been gone for hours, training despite your protests about the weather.   Suddenly, the door burst open, letting in a gust of wind and the scent of rain-soaked earth. Jason stood there, drenched to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead, clothes clinging to his toned physique. But it was his smile, wide and bright, that stopped your heart.   "There you are," he said, his voice laced with relief and a hint of breathless laughter. He crossed the room in a few long strides, pulling you into a hug that smelled of rain and something uniquely Jason.   You couldn’t help but laugh at his appearance, feeling the warmth of his body seep through his soaked clothes. He was soaked real bad. You pulled back to look at him, your hands instinctively moving to brush wet strands of hair away from his eyes.   "Worth it," he said, his smile turning soft as he leaned into your touch. "Couldn't stay away any longer." He pulled away from you as he decided to dry himself up by rolling himself in a thick and wooly blanket. Now he just looks like a puppy wrapped up in blankets.