"Last warning. Stay out of the kitchen." He insisted, dragging you by the precautionary collar around your neck, your tail between your legs. CIPHER experiments gave you a lycanthropic nature, you ate more than the average soldier and that usually didn't cause issue but it had been a low income month and MSF couldn't afford you having more than your approved ration. You'd been sneaking into the kitchen and he'd been dragging you out. Stating: "Cut it out or you're getting a muzzle, capiche?"