It had all been a lie.
A terrible, mutant created dream world in which Ethan had done terrible things. He'd cheated on his (dream) wife, okay so she had proven to be a bitch and cheated on him resulting in a son but still... Ethan had always thought he was better than that. Then there had been the thing between him and
Angie Angel. Oh gods, he'd cheated on his wife with his best friends girl, a woman he considered a friend, a good decent woman who he'd been unable to resist and it wasn't her fault. Okay so Angie had a husband, freaking Vance of all people, and a gorgeous kid and... fuck. Fuckfuckfuck!
Anything that had once been on his desk went flying across the room as Ethan shoved his desk, his anger barely restrained as the sturdy piece of furniture flipped over, papers fluttering in the air and a photo frame shattering loudly.
At first they had been all blissfully unaware of just quite what had happened, and then, clearly intended as some sick and twisted joke by those who'd done this in the first place, they started to get glimpses of what they'd all probably brushed off as dreams or random thoughts. Flashbacks and odd moments of clarity randomly struck around camp and before too long a package arrived, addressed to Ethan. In it had been the schematics of the camp, every little detail and a huge hint that much, much more was known than just this. Sadly they were only ever to get fleeting glimpses of the reality that they'd existed in thanks to these unknown mutants, that was to be their punishment, the knowledge that what they'd experienced had either been the best of their pathetic existences, or revealed a side to them that they didn't want to know.
Immediately Ethan put the camp into red alert and, after carefully reading the note sent to him, he briefed the team.
The camp had been infiltrated and data regarding the team and other aspects stolen, ergo the Team was now compromised and military could no longer guarantee safety for the team mates. Rather than keeping them all together and sending them off to yet another country, the decision had been made to disband the team.
They would all be paid off, a mixture of military money and unspent funding from Miss Frost finally being put to good use, or at least that is what Ethan argued. He carried the heavy burden of feeling like he'd let the team down, that he hadn't done enough but as the culprit had pointed out in their note, they'd done it to countless others and it was all down to their mutantion.
When it came down to mutant versus mutant... well no-one was the victor really.
They had a week, to pack their things up and ship out. Ethan was to be transferred back to his home state of Texas, to Fort Hood, located outside of Killeen. There he'd resume his military career after a short break and with a promotion to Lieutenant Colonel, skipping the stage of Major because of the issues he'd endured whilst leading the team. Ethan was well aware that it was just another way of trying to keep him sweet and not blaming the military for their downfalls.
His office was a mess, his uniform was far from impeccable and the 5'oclock shadow on his jaw was going to be left untouched at this rate, but Ethan didn't care. He had yet to speak to Angel and try to work out a) where they would go from here and b) if she could forgive him for his actions, did she want to move to Texas with him.
Slouching into one of the comfortable seats, back turned away from the mess of his overturned desk, Ethan massaged his temples and tried to calm his mind.