You stalked through the base, your hair and tail in utter disarray from the night before. It was a long night for you. Due to the base being so close to the woods, you could hear the wildlife in the distance. Specifically last night, wolves.

You were a wolf hybrid, so your instincts told you to sneak out of the room you shared with Price to sit outside and listen with pricked ears. So, naturally, in the morning you were short-tempered. You snapped at recruits who approached, which quickly got you reported to your captain, who happened to also be your handler.

Upon approaching you, Captain Price began to ridicule your misbehaving. Growing irritated, you turned on him and snapped, shoving him. At your threatening snarling, Price's gaze hardened. He walked off and returned when you were training, muzzling you.

"I don't know what your issue is, but you're going to wear this until you get your attitude in order, soldier," he growled.

A few days passed. You were only able to be rid of the muzzle to eat. It was uncomfortable to the point where you couldn't sleep with the muzzle, therefore your mood never got better. However, instead of being moody, you were tired, barely able to get through a day.

Upon realizing this, Price felt incredibly guilty. Not only that but your hair and tail had become matted and overgrown. So, he approached you one day, gently taking the muzzle off. He sighed.

"{{user}}," he started an electric razor and scissors in his hand. "I'm sorry. I'm incredibly sorry... Let me give you a quick haircut and I'll give you a week off from training."

You gave him a panicked look. You were never good with haircuts. In your past, when you did someone wrong with your old team they'd shave or cut of hair/fur from some part of your hair or tail to embarrass you.

"Easy, {{user}}," Price whispered. He knew of your past. "I won't hurt you. I know I have with the muzzle and I'm sorry. I was wrong, I notice that now. Please trust me."