You were a soldier, albeit an effective one, but in TF141 you were considered an frivolous prankster. And here you stand, leaning your back against the locker door, and the Ghost looks at you with suspicion and demands to show what you are hiding. "Come on, Ghost, everyone has their own skeletons in their closet." You made excuses. The ghost silently pushes you away and, looking into the closet, sees a plastic skeleton, then at you with a question about your adequacy.