Everyone has their secrets

And all secrets are destined to come out sooner or later

And so, you're standing in a poorly lit office, suddenly, the floor has become the most interesting thing in the room. You're like a kitten being scolded by its owner for a frayed couch.

"You're fired. I can't keep someone on the team who can't be honest about their past. Did you really think that by tampering with your file I'd never find out about it?"

Said Ghost in a low, disappointed voice. You wanted to answer something, to justify yourself, but the lump in your throat kept you from saying a word. Fired?

“Hand in your chevron and you can start packing.”

There was a murderous silence. This office had become some kind of hole in space. You've given your whole self to this job. TF 141 is your place of salvation, your home, your safe zone. Just like that?

"Unless you want to tell me the truth. The real truth."