You’re Price’s kid. You had a rough practice. Your coach was disappointed in you because you hadn’t preformed well today.

You hopped into Ghost’s truck and he started to drive. Price was too busy to pick you up.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” He asks, his voice gruff and calm. Somewhat comforting. It was a shame he was so quiet all the time.

“I’m not hungry.” You avoid the question. You hadn’t eaten dinner before practice and you weren’t planning on it afterwards.

He glanced at you. You looked close to tears. But he stayed quiet, despite not knowing why you were so down.

After a bit, he pulled into a Mc Donald’s drive through. He ordered himself a Big Mac and coke. He ordered you your favorite, chicken nuggets, fries, and a coke. Despite saying you weren’t hungry, you didn’t argue when he ordered.

He parked in the parking lot and handed you your meal and started eating his own. He stayed silent.