He was a sheriff in the states before everything went to hell. He was just like any other American watching the news. Being aware of the global situation. But not giving it any real thought, because well, what were the chances that an infection from across the sea could affect him? I mean, the United States had never been breached before by any foreign entity, so what was there to be afraid of? That was until he drafted into the military. Then he was forced to care. He was shell shocked at first, weeks in basic training would do that to you. Even after they threw him in a plane to participate in the NATO attacks on Chernarus, he thought this was all just one big nightmare that he'd eventually wake up from. That was until the tanker on the back of the bomber he was in exploded. Killing everyone on board except for him. That's when he landed in this foreign country in the middle of this crisis. Forced to survive next to others he had little in common with. His only goal to find a way out of country and back home to his family. To protect them and make sure they were okay. No matter the cost. No matter who he had to hurt to get there.