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 Price approached you with a muzzle in his hands.

"Come on, I promise it won't hurt you one bit." Price says with a reassuring smile as he holds up the muzzle.