My name is Taylor White, I was born April 7, 1985, and I am a standing Special Agent of the United States government agency, known as the C.I.A.(Central Intelligence Agency). With my 6 years of experience working with the agency, my 6 month training course, and my many near death experiences, I can ease a way out of most situations.
After 4 years of experience with the agency, and 4 years of leading a squad of marines through some of the most dangerous territories of Afghanistan, I was hand-picked by the director of the C.I.A to be sent to Chernarus to go undercover and investigate a kingpin in the United States drug trade, known as Andrey Dunai, who had fled to Chernarus after being compromised by a team of undercover agents from the D.E.A. I got close, maybe a little too close to Andrey. I learned everything about his previous business in the drug trade, I was his right hand man. But as they say, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
The bust was meant to be smooth, set up the drug trade and pull off the arrest without any casualties. But none of us could have expected the ordeal ahead of us. We had set up on a hill northeast of Zelenogorsk, the location on Andrey. He was known to have an operations center set up there. It was late in the night, around 1:30am, when we heard screaming and gunshots coming from inside the town. Me, two other C.I.A agents, and 6 D.E.A agents were ordered to move into the town and capture Andrey. In the end, only two survived. Me and some rookie agent from the D.E.A. The things came out of nowhere and caught us all by surprise, no one stood a chance. I got lucky and escaped unscathed, but that rookie agent ended up with a bite on his arm. I didn't know what it meant at first, so we waited it out. He eventually turned and I had to put him down, it was only me left.
It was rough at first. The fear, constantly looking behind you and sleeping with one eye open all the time. But over time I adapted, just like all the other survivors in this wilderness. You got used to them, it took some time, but you get used to them. Bandits ended up being the worst of it. Constant raids on camps kept you alert and on your feet. I was a lone survivor who had no interest in the affairs between the clans that had formed over time. So the journey continues as I travel the land of Chernarus, looking for those with signs of good in their hearts, and bringing those with evil inside them to justice.