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I do not own Spec Ops: The Line and Oregairu/whatever you call it.

Warning: this is a dark fic, will include swearing and violence.

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Author's Note 1A: Here is Chapter 1 of my revised Oregairu fanfic guys, enjoy. It's no longer COD/Oregairu, it's now Spec: Ops the Line/Oregairu. I also made a number of changes besides these two and please leave your comments and concerns in the review section please. It's continued below. Please leave your comments and concerns in the review section please.

"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him." ― G.K. Chesterton

More or less decade after Dubai…

Seattle, Washington, USA

It was an early Saturday morning, Hachiman was sitting on his couch in his living room playing some Titanfall on his Xbox (One or future version) and TV; right there then and there he was wearing a shirt and jeans. His wife was cooking in the kitchen; she was wearing a shirt and pants, along with an apron. Her silver hair and blue eye glistened in the sunlight; in fact she gave off an illuminating appearance.

"Dear, some help please." She called.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Hachiman saying it in a North Irish/Mid-Ulster English accent responded heading in, while he put the game on pause.

"Get the sugar in the Pantry please?"

"I got it."

He went from the kitchen, to the pantry and back. He had taken it off from one of the shelves and put it right next to her on the counter.

"Thank you."

"So what you are you making?"

"Pancakes, I thought I might surprise Takehito, he's been doing well in school so far."

"I can understand that."

There was a knock at the door, and both of them didn't know it was.

"Who's that?"

'I'll go check."

Hachiman got to the door, and opened to find a Messenger in his service uniform telling him, informing him was needed. His last name was Baldwin.

"Captain, here are your orders." Baldwin said and then saluted and giving the notice."

"Thank you." Hachiman saluted back, and taking the notice.

"I'll be waiting in the car, Sir."

The messenger walked away and sat in the Humvee.

"They need me again." He said to his wife.

"I know." She responded sadly.

He went up into the master bedroom and took his ACU which included his Patrol cap. It was hanging in the closet. It had the MultiCam Pattern. He took off his home clothes and put on the uniform. He then packed up some clothes and necessities in a duffle bag; took his wallet, Profiler smartphone, keys and dog tags with him. He walked down the stairs to see his wife standing by the door. He stopped in front of the door, and placed his two shoes on the front porch. The two had a quick hug and kiss.

"Come back safely." She requested.

"I promise." He answered.

His son came down the stairs, to get some breakfast. The family dog, Bear trailed behind Takehiko, the dog was a German Shepard. But they stopped and saw that their father was in his military uniform. Soon Takehiko realized what was happening. The two parents had another quick kiss. Hachiman turned his attention to his son looking at him.

"Takehiko, watch your mother when I am gone." He solemnly said. "Good bye, Son."

Hachiman then turned to the dog, Bear.

"Bear, watch the both of them while I'm gone, okay?"

"Woof." Bear replied.

Hachiman knew what the dog meant by his reply.

"Bye, Dad…" Takumi replied.

He then put his shoes on, and walked away. He got in the car and they drove off to the military base.

The door shut, his wife took the kids to the kitchen table for breakfast, it was a sad day for them. They went past a room in the house, in that room was a shrine, specifically a death shrine. There were candles on top of the several cabinets. On the cabinets were some pictures of their friends, loved ones, and his graduating class…

Later on the drive over to the base…

The streets of his hometown eventually led to the Interstate highway, and they were going south to JBLM.

"Captain 8-man, it's an honor driving you; after what you did in Belgrade, that was incredible." said Baldwin.

"Private, you know that's classified." Hachiman replied. "Even though you already know what's going on."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I understand what you mean, but we can't be too careless."

"Understood Sir, can you, tell me why you joined?"

"Well, Pvt. I can tell you that, I never got accepted in my homeland."

"What country are you from?"

"I was Japanese. Since I was a child, I was bullied by my peers."

Baldwin noticed that face on Hachiman sadden.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring bad memories."

"That's okay, I liked living here. There's a lot more freedom here. … It didn't help that Schools over there lied to my face, about what Japan did in World War 2. It sickens me, you know."

The face on 8-man changed from being sad to angry.

"Well there are some things that suck here though."

"Like what?"

"Like your McDonalds. Over in Japan, you get more options. Like Shrimp Burgers or Pizza McPuffs."

"So McPuffs, you mean Pizza Rolls?"

"Correct."

"Damn."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"So Baldwin, got any family?"

"I got a wife, and a kid coming soon."

"Congrats."

"By the way, how old are you, Captain?"

"I'm still in my 20's, Pvt."

"Wait, Seriously? That fast?"

"Of course, I am."

"No wonder, they say you're the best. But how come you're not a Merc?"

"It's complicated."

They soon reached a JBLM checkpoint. They were checked for identification. They showed their IDs. The barrier was raised, and the guard waved them through.

Minutes later in JBLM…

They parked, and they parted their separate ways. Hachiman was heading towards the Headquarters to the General in charge. He went to the main offices, and reported in. The General was waiting for him, along with another man. The situation was cold and tense.

"General Caldwell, Sir." Hachiman reported and saluted.

"Greetings, Captain." Caldwell saluted and replied.

"Have a seat at the table."

Breakfast was being prepared for the three men. They sat down.

"This is Agent Foyle." introduced Caldwell.

Hachiman and Foyle nodded, in acknowledgment. There was food was being served. There was steak, eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns.

"What's the mission, Sir?"

"You will be assigned with the 35th Infantry Battalion."

Hachiman looked bemused, he knew who they were. One of the most elite unit in the US Army, that was made a heavily classified black-ops unit. If you were serving with them, then the fucking shit you'll be doing is really bad.

"Is there anything else, Sir?"

"We lost contact with a unit in Burma/Myanmar."

The two other men looked uncomfortable. But Hachiman didn't have a care in his eyes.

"Who led the unit, Sir?"

The two other men faces' looked more grim than before.

"It's Colonel Martin Walker…"

Hachiman froze at that moment and his face showed he was hiding his anger at hearing his name. A lot of people in the service knew what the man had done. Walker, as many would describe him, a fucked up bastard plus an insane hero-wannabe son of a bitch. Because of the reports of how much shit he added to the already fucked-up situation in Dubai, the majority of the military wanted him tried for War Crimes or throw him in a mental ward; but for some reasons, the higher-ups still needed the fucking bastard. Though he did hear rumors of some government sect that "corrected" him, and because of that who knows what the hell they did to him, and what is he now.

"What was his mission?"

Foyle then handed him a file. 8-man looked through it.

"We're going to need him back alive."

"Yes Sir."

They continued eating quietly and when they were done, they saluted and Hachiman left the building. He met again with his driver; they were going to drop him off at the SeaTac International Airport.

Later after being driven and arriving at the Airport…

He was taking a flight to Hawaii, then get transport to Myanmar. He approached the front desk for his flight.

"Hachiman Hikigaya." 8-man said.

"Understood." replied the Clerk.

The Clerk checked the flight database, and saw everything was in due process.

"You're right on time, Sir."

"Alright, thanks."

Hachiman sat a chair, and got out his cellphone, it was a smartphone. He checked his inbox and he got one call from his wife. He then called back. The phone rang a bit and he heard it was picked up.

"Hey, it's me. It's Hachiman."

"It's nice to hear you again. When you will be back?"

"Maybe a few days, I'm not sure."

"I see…"

"What about the kids?"

"They're doing fine…"

Hachiman could sense the sadness in her voice.

"I'm sorry about this."

"No, we both accepted this situation and we should be content. You do remember what I said earlier?"

"I know. I promise to come back."

"Goodbye, then."

"Bye."

The both of them said it a gloom tone, and it was rather doubtful. They hung up their phones. Hachiman went to the nearest Starbucks in the terminal to get some coffee, and at by the entrance to his flight thinking about the mission. He was frustrated contemplating what the hell he has to deal with.

"Walker. Why the fuck does it have to be you?" Hachiman thought.

The intercom interrupted his thoughts.

"Flight 141 is at the tarmac. Please be ready for boarding." She said.

Hachiman grabbed his bags and got on the plane. He sat in the mid-section of the seats. An attendant asked if he wanted anything to drink before the flight.

"Would you like anything, Sir?" She asked.

"I'll just have a Coke." He responded.

She left and got him one swiftly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Hachiman sat and looked outside the window. It was rather dull, but he didn't mind it that much. He felt liked talking one of his distant relatives. The plane was taking off from the airport, and was soon in the sky.

Walker's POV: somewhere in the Hkakabo Razi Mountains, Burma/Myanmar

He was sitting in a cell guarded by some Mercs. The Mercs looked relatively armed and equipped. They were speaking in Korean; their faces were very strict and unemotional, also the fact that Korean letters are inscribed on their armor.

"Koreans, why the fuck are they doing here?" Walker thought. He took another look at them, and he could now tell.

"Damn these fucking Northerners."

He just sat there, wondering what they are going to plan to do to him. His mission was to check out some unusual activity in the region, he lost some men and he had thought he would finally die, but instead this was where he was now, in some holding cell. Then a white-haired man in a well-designed business suit approached him. He was a Caucasian man, probably in his 40's/50' and the way he walked, he looked ex-military. "Hello." The man said.

Walker could hear the British accent in his voice when he spoke.

"I'm not talking." replied Walker.

"Well, that's a shame. I wanted to hear about Dubai, Colonel Martin Walker."

"How did you…"

"I know some things."

"Fine, but why the fuck you're working with these guys? They hate about anybody but themselves."

"Well, we they just happen to not like working for the Crackpot and more for money."

"That figures much."

"You lost your men, and took a lot of ours. Tell me are you still willing to serve the Americans?"

"What? What makes you think I'll join you?"

"Are you in it for the thrill?"

"If you think, that is the only reason. Then your head is where your ass should be."

The man laughed.

"I forgot to tell you, the name's Jordan Stark, by the way."

Sometime in the future….

The sun was rising in the east. A man in a high ranking military uniform was on a cliff with a bodyguard. The man had grey hair, light skin, brown and blue eyes, a big composure and was a caucasian. It was black and had six stars, and a number of badges. He was looking at the city he has conquered. Just then a messenger came up to him, and his bodyguard walked up to the man. The messenger were what you expected, black hair, brown eyes, average weight and height, and were also caucasian. The two men talked, and the messenger was waiting for further orders. The military leader turned around to hear the man.
"Specialist, what brings you here?" The man asked in a notable Australian accent.

"General, sir. Colonel Hikigaya, reports the last of the resistance has been quelled down." replied the messenger. "You did it, sir. you now have control over the whole planet."

There was a pregnant pause, before the General answered.

"Tell the Colonel, he should meet with me as soon as possible. I would like to personally thank him."

"Yes sir."

The messenger saluted, and quickly left to inform Colonel Hikigaya. The General then turned back around to look at the city in the distance. He then took out a flask, and took a drink from it.

Author's Note 1B: What do you think of the redux? Please leave your comments and concerns in the review section. I am listing the info below. Yeah, so Walker survives in this fanfic, as even in universe, you can see no one really likes him after what happened in Spec Ops: The Line. I left the name of his wife as ambiguous in this fic, I'll let you guys guess the character until the next chapter when I reveal her name. I tell you one thing, it's not Saki like my previous fic: My life as an Army Ghost is messed up as expected. It's someone else because Saki has blue hair and turquoise eyes, and it's not an OC of mine, but a character from another series. More OCs will be coming soon, so stay tuned folks. This is Rear Mirrors, signing off.

Other Notes:

8-man is Hachiman when he is in the military role, and vice versa. I will be switching between the two names when he is a civilian and when he is in service. He also speaks with a Mid-Ulster English (North Irish accent) along with Gaelic, this is due to him being based in Northern Ireland for a while.

The Mercs have the appearance of the KPA from Homefront.

Profiler - Smartphone/Gadget used in Watch Dogs.

Cpt. - Captain

Pvt. - Private

ACU: Army Combat Uniform

Multicam - One of the latest Camo pattern

JBLM: Joint Base Lewis-McChord, located in Washington State.