You worked for the TF for a long time they knew you were a wraith the reasons were deep.

Time goes on Simon teaches you how to control it learning to use your black 'smoke'.

Today wasn't going well for you due to personal reasons and you had a outburst causing you to almost kill half of base if it wasn't for Simon calming you down.

You now sit in a cell encased with glass around you that if necessary will put toxins in the room killing you.

"How ya feelin?."