This fan-fic is based on my character from Old Glory; Chameleon. It will discuss more into his past life before he joined up for the merc group but not too much to ruin or spoil the plot. Intro Chapter No name. Chameleon couldn't remember a name anyway, but the dark mirrored glass maks he wore would never come off. He knew he was a very important person; at least before the insanity plagued him. He remembered the wars he went through, and of course the chaotic events that the Enclave had done to him. Were they the cause of his saddened state? No, was it the stealthboys? Or perhaps the death of his parents. Or possibly it all together. He remembered something had managed to prolong his aging factor so he had lived centuries. But he was no ghoul. He just knew that if his mask was ever released, then all would fall aprt and all he had done would backfire. But he remained a merc no less; and a job would be crucial for him. He had to get a good one. One that would finish his plan once and for all. 'But do you have a plan?' The voice had spoken. 'I do not know.' The voice would calm him sometimes and engage in normal conversations. But otherwise, he was an insane killer of honour. Now he would sit, for Chameleon knew that besides his mentality; there was an open slot that would disengage and he would know that perhaps he would be cured. But that was a dream only worth accomplishing if he could recover his broken memories.