Born to a comfortable upbringing, Jon had everything he ever needed. However, it was the constant drive to do well and make his family proud that pushed him into the military right out of high school. For him, it was the next level of competition, and in it, he was going to achieve his dream: to become the pilot that people make posters of. It was a long road for him, that had many detours. Each one prolonging his career, but only adding to a list of skills that he possessed.
Never to marry, it seemed his love and passion was the drive to succeed and win. That is until he began to fly. The feeling of weightlessness, freedom, speed. It was a high for him that could never go away. So much so that he did everything in his power to stay as actively deployed as possible, leading him to be stationed in the Black/Green sea area from the outbreak of the ‘09 civil war, to the day zero of the outbreak.
It was during the outbreak, that he found himself once more flying, conducting ground support for evacuations upon the horde of undead that seemed to ever grow. When the storm washed overland in the Chernarus region, he was still airborne, conducting air superiority. With radio jammed by the storms electromagnetic interference and visibility down to nothing, he lost sight of his wing and ended up having to crash land his aircraft in a field on the border of South Zagoria. Since, he kept himself secluded away, unknowing of what may be happening on the outside of the caves he hid in for well over 600 days. Finally, he decided to head south, guessing enough time had passed and he could find the remnants of society to join. Low and behold, it was probably best that he had hidden away.