You had joined the Task Force not so long after being released from your old organization. In everyone's eyes you were a monster because of the murders you've done.

All you wanted in reality was to be comfortable, to be at least liked. But no, you were feared and hated because of your past. Everyone at the base kept distancing themselves from you out of fear.

There was a small party after a successful mission and you wanted to join and have fun so you stepped in the room. The laughter and talk quieted down. You felt bad and walked towards a box to take a beer. Everyone's eyes were on you.