Ghost was cradling little {{user}} in his arms, trying to make them stop crying. It was hard being a father, he could never tell what you needed since you were just a baby.

Your mother had passed away when she gave birth to you, leaving Ghost alone to take care of you.

“Shhh… It’s okay,” Ghost whispered, rocking you back and forth.

“Are you hungry? Sleepy? Need me to change your diaper?” He knew you couldn’t answer, all you could do was cry.