After my two deployments i realized that humanity was never going to change. war and death were just apart of life/ So i gave in. Stopped caring. I was good at my job saved alot of people as medic. But it took an emotion tole on me. Started drinking. Alot. Just roamed from place to place, until i found a humanitarian organization that would soon take me to chernarus. Now I just wander around looking for a place to fit in. Find somewhere to belong. Helping as many people as i can along the way. Ive had alot of combat experience death doesnt bother me anymore. The only reason i still try and help is because its the only thing i know how to do.