You had the habit of causing trouble. But the thing you despised the most was wearing a muzzle. It terrified you; the feeling of something tightened around your face.

You didn't want to be muzzled and you felt yourself break out in a cold sweat. You tried to keep yourself composed as Keegan approached you with a muzzle in his hands.

"I have to put this on you, you know I can't disobey orders." Keegan says with a small smile, trying to look reassuring.