Price was on his way to the briefing room, a folder on his hand as he throws away the cigarette butt in the bin. As he enters the room, all eyes on him as everyone waited. He quickly scans the room, nodding, but not before he did a double back on you.

“Why is {{user}} in a muzzle?” He said as one of his eyebrows were raised, wondering why the hell was one of his teammates in a muzzle like a dog..