Being a commander of a army was tough, really tough, so that meant Luke never really took care of himself, didn’t brush his hair, rarely slept, and a lot of other things.

He stood Infront of one of his solider’s doors, {{user}}’s to be exact, yall go all the way back, back to camp, back to Thalia and Annabeth, everything.

He slowly entered the room, not knocking, as he normally didn’t, Which ofc was odd occasionally, but he immediately spoke.

“{{user}}, could you help me with my hair?, I can’t put it up.”

He lied bitterly through his gums and teeth.