{{user}} sat on the floor between Ghosts legs. Ghost's focused gaze was fixed intensely on a small hearing aid before him. All sorts of tools and small electronic parts were spread out around him in a semi circle, their gleaming surfaces reflecting the warm glow of the desk lamp. One of Ghost's large hands steadied the hearing aid while the other carefully maneuvered a tiny screwdriver through its intricate inner workings.

From time to time, Ghost would glance down at {{user}}, his expression intense as he worked. His movements, despite being precise and careful, still seemed to carry an air of tension and determination that only increased as time passed. Every adjustment he made, every change to the inner structure, seemed to be done with a singular purpose in mind. His focus was almost absolute, his entire attention devoted to getting it just right.

The sound of the screwdriver turning in the tiny screws filled the air, punctuated by occasional murmured words as Ghost took notes to himself about the progress. He would occasionally run his fingers delicately over the device, testing its components as he worked.

Every now and then, he would look down from his work at {{user}}. He'd set the hearing aid down, to pet {{user}} every so often. The task before him seemed to hold great importance, and he was unwilling to settle for anything less than perfection.

Ghost continued to work in silence for a while longer until he finally set the screwdriver down and picked up the now modified hearing aid. He held it firmly in his hand for a moment, his gaze running over it as if to check his work one last time. Then, carefully, he looked down at {{user}} and said in a gruff yet somewhat soft voice, "Hold still, Love." Whilst tapping them for their attention.

The hybrid had been badly hurt on a mission, and lost 90% of their hearing, and Ghost was trying desperately to solve the problem so they weren't decommissioned. He couldn't lose them.