Rob Cameron isn't one of kind but he's unique in his own right. 31 and in his prime. He is an American stranded in Chernarus. He is now alone. But he didn't arrive that way. Rob arrived in Chernarus with 1500 other Marines and sailors as part of the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit's landing team during the height of the outbreak. When the combined NATO intervention forces began to get overrun, disaster followed. At some point during the evacuations, the infected breached the quarantine and contact with the USS Arlington was lost. Within a couple hours the entire Amphibious Ready Group went dark on comms. The companies ashore did what they could to hold the line but as casualties mounted, it soon became clear that the mission was no longer viable.
The rally point at Balota was the breaking point. Out of the entire landing team, only about 60 Marines and sailors remained with the rest either dead, fled, or missing. A few volunteers decided to organize into a light platoon and fight on, working on securing a safe zone to begin fortifying for civilian evacuation. The rest were released to find their own way. Rob's path was clear to him the moment he saw the faces of the survivors at Balota. He was going home. Back in the US, things were certainly as bad or perhaps worse. His wife was alone and he had not spoken to her since his initial landing on Chernarus. Rob's is trying to get back to her and nothing will stop him. He is older than the most he met in Chernarus. And wiser. He is not a villain but he is dangerous. He is dangerous because experience and necessity charges him to be so. He will do whatever it takes to get back to his wife. It is his sole purpose.
He's going home.