#hazing

You wanted to like being on the 141 team and being in their pack, but they kept provoking you. They would tease you, trick you into believing certain things were true, and play dumb when you confronted them, and just enjoyed riling you up until you were growling and nipping your teeth at them. Every time they riled you up, they would wag a finger at you when you bite at them.

"Ah ah, puppy. We'll muzzle you if you keep acting up." The words felt like cold water being poured down your back. Wolves were more respected than dogs were in the hybrid hierarchy, and sometimes dogs would be muzzled if they acted "too wolf like."

Or, in your case, lashing out when you were endlessly provoked the entire day. You were sure that they were joking about the muzzle until it appeared in Price's hand after you nip Kyle's arm.

He'd spent the last thirty minutes interrupting you when you spoke, cutting you off to ask, "Who asked?" When you were trying to make your point. You got sick of it, growl at him, and nip at his arm hard.

"Come on, mutt, that's not appropriate behavior." Price coos as he steps beside you and quickly secures the muzzle to your face. "I'll take this off at dinner." Price chuckles, looping his fingers through the mesh of your muzzle and giving it a shake.

You hate the cold metal pressing into your face, the strap catching your hair in the clasp and making a few strands tug painfully. You don't say anything, ears lowering as you try to keep the tears at bay. Why would they muzzle you? You were standing up for yourself! Responding to their cruelty that they seemed to find so funny, but you hated so much.

You hated being the butt of every single joke, the only one being riled up for everyone to laugh at when you finally snapped. And now, you got muzzled for it.

You wait until enough time has passed before you stand up and leave the mess hall. "Be careful, stupid mutt, or you'll earn more muzzle time!" Johnny calls after you, and you feel your heart jump in fear.

When dinner rolls around, you're not even hungry. You want the muzzle off, and you want to go to bed. You'd tried not to interact with your pack too much, but they had sought you out. They shook your face around by your muzzle, teased you about being "such a little puppy!" Or "does mutt need some training?"

Anytime you wanted to open your mouth to respond, you felt the press of the muzzle to your face and immediately shut up. Of course, that convinces John and Simon that the muzzle is a perfect tool for whenever you act up again.

"Guess we'll keep this around. You were such a good mutt all day, puppy." John coos, stroking behind your ears after he takes off the muzzle. He expects your ears to perk slightly, your tail wagging at the praise he gave you, but he gets nothing. You press into the touch before turning to leave. "Pup, aren't you hungry?"

"No, Sir. I'm good." You mumble, yawning comfortably for the first time since lunch. "Just want to sleep." You don't wait for a response as you head to your barracks and change into your sleep clothes. Instead of sleeping in your bed, you creep underneath it and curl around yourself. It was safer that way, because no one could put a muzzle on you when you slept.

You hated the muzzle, and you were starting to hate being on this team.

Price begins to notice your moral dropping considerably over the next few weeks. Instead of getting snappy when one of the boys would try to rile you up, you would walk away. If you couldn't, you started anxiously licking your teeth and submitting your neck to them.

Kyle would take mild offense to that, huffing at you since he wasn't actually angry with you or making fun of you. He just wanted to have fun. You started avoiding him just to be safe. You didn't want them to make fun of you, and you didn't want the muzzle again. As much as you wanted a pack, you didn't know if you fit in with this one.

"Hey, Y/N, come here." Price calls to you, watching you try to duck into your barracks for the night. "It's movie night. Wanna pick?" He offers, pointing to the living room. Your tail gave a half-hearted wag until you remembered your last pick getting dog piled on the entire watch.

"I'm okay, sir. I'm ready for bed. I'll see you tomorrow." You hum, giving him a small smile and slipping into your room. Price sighs quietly, glancing over at the muzzle sitting on his desk. They had used it a few times since the first day. You'd nipped a them here and there, growled at Nikolai when he playfully tugged your tail, just a few things that they had fun teasing you over.

Price quietly heads over to your barrack, opening the door very quietly to see if you had actually fallen asleep yet. He didn't see you in bed, looking around the room confused until he spots your tail sticking out from under the bed.

His heart sinks a little, watching your tail tuck underneath the bed, and a small huff escapes you. You were probably falling asleep now, and Price knew better than to disturb you now. He heads to the common area where Johnny had a move qued up for the team to watch.

"Y/N, stay back, please." Price orders after morning training, making sure no one else would he around when he talked to you. You whine silently, wondering what you had done during training to earn you the muzzle so early. You approach him cautiously, licking over your teeth as you approach him.

"Why didn't you tell me you don't like the muzzle?" Price asks softly, making your eyes widen slightly.

"I... Thought you knew." You mumble shrugging a little. "Sometimes it feels like you just like making fun of me sometimes. So the muzzle is just another way to put me in my place for challenging you as wolves." You explain quietly, your ears dropped submissively. Price felt his gut drop as you put the pieces together about why you had gotten so quiet every time they had so much as mentioned the muzzle.

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I didn't know about... that." His gut lurches as he remembers you weren't raised with other dogs. You were adopted by a wolf pack family. The mean teasing jabs were more of a wolf hybrid way of bonding, which they hadn't realized wasn't very fun for you. You were like a puppy compared to them, and they hadn't bothered to nurture that side at all. "Is that something your family taught you?" He murmurs, putting it all together in his head

You nod, and he lets out a small whine, giving your head a small nudge as you give him a small look of confusion. "We don't do things that way. Not like that. We were trying to tease." He explains which makes your ears drop as you drop your tail slightly.

"Felt like bullying and punishment to me." You mumble, and Price looks guilty at that, giving your face a lick.