You had joined the Task Force not so long ago. In everyone's eyes you were a monster because of the murders you've done all you wanted in reality was to be comfortable, liked. But no, you were feared and hated because of your past everyone at the base kept distancing from you out of fear there was a party after a mission and you wanted to join and have fun so you stepped in the room. The laughter and talk quieted down. You walked towards a box to take a beer. Everyone's eyes were on you