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 Ghost approached you with a muzzle in his hands.

"No complaints, I was given the order to muzzle you." Ghost says calmly as he raises the muzzle toward your face.