Being a hyena hybrid in the military came with its challenges, such as your random fits of uncontrollable laughter. Such fits increased in frequency during moments of stress or anxiety, causing a bit of a disadvantage.

Your handler, John Price, had been trying his best to help with these fits. He’d try and keep your stress low, but it’s the military.

One day, while you’re just sitting calmly, doing some work, he approaches you from behind. He spins around your chair to reveal him, holding a muzzle in his hand and looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. He held it out to you expectantly, as if for you to take it and put it on. “I know, but we need to control these laughing fits, don’t we?” He grunts slightly, giving you a sympathetic look. The sight of the muzzle instantly gives you unpleasant flashbacks of horrible times from when you were young, and you instinctively flinch. “C’mon, please?” He asks softly.