"You know, I believed in my job once. I believed the lines they fed us about peace through war and protecting democracy. Believed that somehow, even with all the blood on my hands, I was still some knight in shining armor. I believed in it all so much that I signed my life away and left my family for years to fight whatever battle was put in front of me. Now I'll never see them again. I paid the ultimate price for that belief. Not death, no. Lifelong solitary confinement in No Man's Land with only the dead to keep me company. And you know what? It's what I deserve."

Once a dedicated, ardent soldier, Sergeant Adam Keller's experiences in Chernarus and Norway have left him bitter and cynical. Already doubting his purpose after witnessing (and committing) unspeakable acts of brutality during the Chernarussian Civil War, his disillusionment became complete when the infection hit and, after being sent to assist the Norwegian military, he witnessed the annihilation of his fellow soldiers in 1st Squadron during the firebombing of Oslo. They had been used, he realized. Sent halfway around the world to spill their blood in a war that wasn't theirs. And when everything came apart and they faced certain doom... they were abandoned.

The following weeks and months were a blur. His time in the Army had given him a strong instinct for self-preservation, and this would keep him alive even when his will to survive faded and his mind was addled with a mix of grief, loneliness, and whatever intoxicants he managed to scrounge up. He stockpiled supplies and hid himself away in the wilderness in an attempt to avoid the dead and the living alike. Haunted by his failure to save his squadmates or protect his family back home, Keller came to see his continued survival and isolation in Nyheim as a punishment for the arrogance and naivete that had led him there in the first place.