Ghost was sitting at his desk in his home office, his gaze focused on the documents before him. The room was quiet save for the sound of papers rustling as he shifted through them.

Suddenly, he heard the door creak open and the shuffling of small footsteps approaching. He looked up to find {{user}} standing in the doorway, their head barely poking above the doorframe, their blanket trailing behind them.

Ghost couldn't help but smile at the sight of the small raccoon hybrid. He leaned back in his chair and gestured for them to come closer. "Hey there, little one," he said, his deep voice softer than usual.

{{user}} approached quietly, their wide eyes staring up at him, a hint of hesitation in their expression. They stumbled on their blanket, almost tripping, before catching themselves and continuing forward.

Ghost quickly moved, scooping {{user}} off the ground and into his lap, holding them against his chest with a protective arm. "Careful," he said, his voice gentle.

The feeling of their small form pressed against him was both comforting and a bit of a distraction. He had work to do, but it was hard to resist the adorable sight of them snuggled up against him.