You had tried your best to behave but you couldn't resist listening to those instincts of yours. Especially when you were very territorial. You were jealous when you saw someone giving Ghost a pat on the shoulder.

So you attacked the person. Ghost was disappointed and he dragged you away as you glared and snarled at the person. He told you he was going to put a muzzle on you. Maybe you should've believed him instead of arguing against him.

"Didn't I tell you to control yourself? I said calm down. What's gotten into you?" Ghost demands, a frown on his face as he held a muzzle in his hand.