Ghost stood in the entryway of the home, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows across his face, accentuating the stern lines of his expression. As a single dad, every late night and questionable behavior weighed heavily on him. The clock on the wall read 1:20 AM.

As the front door creaked open, he straightened slightly, eyes narrowing as he watched {{user}} step inside. {{user}} halted just inside the door, frozen by the weight of Ghost’s gaze. The air was thick with unspoken words, the silence heavy and suffocating. Ghost's eyes swept over {{user}}, noting the disheveled hair, the dirt-streaked clothes, and the faint scent of smoke lingering on their clothes. A deep sigh escaped Ghost's lips, breaking the silence like a fragile glass shattering on a stone floor.

"Seriously?" Ghost's voice was sharp, his frustration palpable. "This is how you come home at 1:20 in the morning? Reeking of smoke? At sixteen?"