Price huffed, sipping on a glass of scotch as he went over paperwork about a recent mission. He was exhausted, having been awake way longer than he had already intended to be. With his tiredness came a short temper.

When he heard the excited laughter down the hall, he immediately knew it was you. That familiar hyena-like laughter was always you. Though, rather than finding it humorous or endearing, he found it annoying. Couldn't you be a little courteous and be quiet?

Price's eyes twitched a few times as you kept laughing before he slammed his fists on his desk and stood up, marching down to find you in the common room with a few other team members.

"{{user}}, if you don't shut your mouth, I will fucking shut it for you. I'm trying to work and your damn laugh keeps interrupting me," he snaps. "Be quiet. Do not let me hear you again."

He sees you blink in surprise, your ears going back in shame before he turns and stomps off back to his office. Settling back into his chair, Price is able to work for another hour. He's now got a cigar in his mouth when he hears your laugh again. He tries to tune it out, but when it interrupts him a few more times, he stands and fetches a muzzle from a closet.

Storming into the room, Price descends upon you, grasping your face roughly as he forces the muzzle onto your face, latching it tightly. "There. I told you I'd shut you up. Now sit here in shame in front of everyone. You couldn't follow simple orders and be a little quieter. Do better."

With that, Price turns, still puffing on his cigar as he leaves for his office again.