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

Time goes on you learn how to control it learning to use your black 'smoke' to take out enemies during missions.

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 John 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.

"Jeez rough day?"