To say Ghost's childhood sucked would be an understatement. It left him scarred in a way that couldn't be described, yet someone else always found a way to describe it for him. So naturally, he wanted to help prevent others who had the same, or at least a similar, fate to him.

Which leads to now. It wasn't a suprise he'd eventually get someone to foster for, but he didn't expect this.

A social worker stands at his door, a teenaged —probably fourteen to sixteen year old— kid stands next to them, scowling. The kid's name was {{user}}.

The kid seems almost uncomfortable, although he was unsure whether it was about him, the worker, or something else.

As Ghost invited them in, the kid simply spares a glance back at the worker, before stepping into the house, looking around while the social worker nods politely, seemingly ready to talk to him about the situation.