So, enjoy the big reveal? It'll get better that was just a reveal. Did you guess right? :D By the way, I know you're saying "Hey wait, wasn't her uncle dead?" well, I'm going to address that soon, but for now, we get to dive into Martin's past! Flashback time, my third favorite time behind Lunch and Adventure Time! I had a lot of fun with this chapter and made sure it will have SUPREME EXPOSITION! It's also in first person. The beginning to the Climax is just around the corner, and it starts with a bang! As always, critiques are welcome and happy reading!

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Sometimes I wonder why I even bother staying here. Nothing happens. Some may think that constant action and excitement would be fun, but to me, it's just tiring. It's even worse having to constantly wear a mask.

Though I should be used to it by now, I have been doing it for ten years now. Some people find solace in a non-changing environment, but it you leave bread out without wrapping it up, it grows stale and moldy. However a change did come about a week ago. A new teammate. I don't know much about him, but he's supposed to be good at speed-based attacks. That is all fine and good, but ever since the first battle he was in, he's just been disappearing. I would follow him, but to be honest, I don't care anymore. Someone else will figure it out and do it, it's not like we're actually fighting for anything anymore.

The one thing that has caused me the most grief however, is Jackson. He reminds me so much of an old friend, and I'll admit it, it scared me when he had that stroke.

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"Hey Marty!" a friendly hand slapped Martin's back, "Enjoying the war so far?"

"Funny, and no." Martin huffed, "Explain to me why I ended up in this squad?"

"Don't pretend like you don't like us!" the person beamed, "We're the best spies the U.S. has to offer."

"Emphasis on U.S."

"Hey, this is a World War, not just France."

"Either way, I cannot wait until it's over…"

"None of us can…" the person sighed, "By the way, Max needs you."

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"You wanted to see me, Monsieur Max?" Martin asked as he stepped into the workshop, which was cluttered with various pieces of wood and metal. At one of the end, a tall man with dark hair and bright green eyes worked on some sort of model.

"No need to be so formal, Martin." he smiled warmly.

"Fine… What do you need?"

"I had an idea…"

"It better not be stupid like the last one, I'm refuse to be banned from another M.A.S.H. unit."

"Not like that…" he walked over to a table with a large white cloth over it, "Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, I present to you…" he pulled the cloth off, revealing a pair of cargo pants.

"Is this a joke?" Martin raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, check this out!" he pulled out a little screen from his pocket, "It's got a tracker in it, so we'll know were troops will be at all times, and check this out!" he reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a large knife, "Hidden sheath!" then began going on about the other various hidden weapons and how it still allowed someone to move properly.

"They're very nice pants, Max."

"They aren't just 'nice' pants, they're super-pants!"

"You do realize you aren't allowed to be drinking while on duty, right?"

"Funny, Martin, very funny."

"Why did you make these exactly?"

"Why not?"

"That is your answer for everything."

"If it ain't broke don't fix it!"

Martin groaned. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Maybe get them patented and get rich," Max sighed and looked to the ceiling, "then I won't have to spend all of my time in this trash pit. Ooh, I could get a huge ranch, and hunt everyday!"

"Your childish ideals are amusing."

"Well, Mr. Snooty, what would you do if you were rich?"

"Nothing to bold, I suppose, maybe settle down and have a family…"

"Right, like any lady is going to want a big jerk like you!" Max teased.

"And as if a woman would want a filthy heathen like yourself." Martin cracked a smile.

"What do you mean filthy?"

"You spend half your time in here, one quarter outside in the woods, and the last quarter in the bathroom."

"Aww, so you do care about what I do!"

"Ugh, you're impossible to insult, you know that right?"

"That's one of the many traits that make me irresistible."

"Ha!"

"Admit it; I'm the most attractive guy you know!"

"No, the most attractive guy I know is me."

The two began to laugh, but then Max suddenly doubled over, he began sweating and his right arm drooped lazily to one side.

"Max, MAX!" Martin panicked trying to help his friend up, "Someone help!" he screamed into his radio.

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Martin stood in the hallways of the hospital. It quickly became a place he would never want to see again. A nurse walked out and put a hand on his shoulder. "We did all that we could, I'm sorry."

"What happened?"

"A stroke." Martin slid down the wall and ran his hand through his hair, the nurse sat down next to him, "He was a close friend, wasn't he?"

Martin nodded and laughed a bit, "He was probably the craziest man I've ever known."

The nurse laughed, "I've never met him in person, but I heard about what happened in that one M.A.S.H. unit."

"Oh no!" Martin ran his hands down his face.

"I didn't know that they could be used for that." The nurse chuckled as Martin's cheeks grew red.

"It was him who did it, I was just the distraction." Martin laughed remembering the old prank they had pulled as new recruits. "I still question the Sergeants sanity after he let us stay."

The nurse laughed, but was called by a doctor, "I've got to go! I'll see you around I guess."

"Okay," Martin sighed, "see you around."

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"Yes, Martin?" a large man looked up from some papers.

"General, this is about my resignation, sir."

"Ah," the general pulled out a sheet of paper, "I understand how you feel, boy, just know that running away isn't going to bring him back, believe me, I've tried."

"Yes sir."

"Do you really want to quit?"

"Yes sir."

"I can't change your mind?"

"No sir."

"Alright then…" he signed the paper, "Officer Martin Delacroix, you are hereby no longer part of this unit, you have twenty-four hours to remove your personal belongings from the premises."

"Thank you sir." Martin sighed as he left the office. He wasn't exactly sure where to go seeing as most of his family wasn't around. Eventually he began wandering around the country, sometimes taking up odd jobs, but never staying in one place for too long. He kept up the habit for 18 years, until he met Marie, and the rest is history.