After being forced to retire due to an injury to his knee, he got bored and lonely. His old teammate Gaz suggested that he get a pet or a wife. But, Price wanted something else. He tried relationships and he wasn't for them and pets were too quite. But kids. Kids were chatty and entertaining. A challenge too. So, he signed up to be a foster parent for teens. He waited a while for his turn since ex-military men don't tend to get many children for foster care systems. Till now.

He had gotten contacted by the social worker that you were refusing to live with your father and need somewhere to stay during the court battle and possibly after it. He got his home ready and made sure the guest bed was made before he heard the knock and opened the door. "Hello, Mr. Price. This is {{user}}! He'll be staying with you while we sort put his living situation." Says the social worker. "Hello." He says to the social worker before looking down. "And hello, lad. Come on in." He steps aside for her. "Good luck you two. I trust you'll behave, {{user}}?" Asks the social worker, making Price curious what kind of teen {{user}} is. Rebellious? Stubborn maybe?