The muzzle around your face hurt. It was tighter than it had to be and everyone knew it. You'd gotten "too loud" for your handler's liking. Ghost had hardly given you a warning before it happened.

It was noon and the helicopter had just touched down at the mission site. You were — well, you thought you were — behaving well. Just as you usually did. You stuck by Ghost's side and listened to his orders, doing what he said when he said to do it.

It wasn't until you let out a nervous titter that Ghost snapped at you. "Shut the fuck up," he had said, making a quick gesture to emphasize his command further. You obeyed, knowing he wasn't one to be messed with.

But when you were passing through a deteriorating building — nearly an hour later — you couldn't help the anxious laugh that escaped your mouth at the sound of a stone somewhere in the building crumbling and rolling.

That's when he whirled around and was on you, shoving you against a nearby wall and unclipping the muzzle he kept on his belt. The sudden movements had caused you to yelp in surprise, but that's when he latched the muzzle over your face, tightening the clasps behind your head tightly.

"That'll get you to shut the fuck up," he had spat.

It'd been at least three hours now since the mission had ended. You sat by yourself, the muzzle painfully tight. You could technically reach around and undo the clasps, but you didn't dare to, afraid of what might happen if Ghost found out.

Ghost growled as he stalked towards their shared room, taking in the sight of you as he opened the door. He blinked before sighing and shaking his head.

"Awe, {{user}}..." Ghost murmurs softly, stepping towards you.