Born in Tel Aviv, Israel, Harel was, like many Israeli children, born to a time of constant skirmish with their neighbors. Many a time throughout his childhood would the looming threat of Palestinian missiles make manifest in the form of drills and the occasional real strike. Because of this, Harel's parents would move to London to escape the constant skirmishes between Israel and Palestine, Harel becoming a British citizen at age 3.
Harel, though Israeli became British through and through, his exodus from Israel at such a young age causing him to forget his nationalist ties. Though he still celebrated Passover and observed other Jewish holidays, he played Football with his friends, and learned in the British education system. Regardless, his parents saw fit to teach him Israeli if the time ever came to return home.
Mostly in part to his wanting to get into university, Harel enlisted in the British Armed Forces, several years later attaining the coveted green beret of the Royal Marines, earning his marksmanship badge. It would be around this time that the infection began to take hold... Harel's unit was due to deploy to Chernaurus to assist the beleaguered NATO Task Force there, but were forced to remain on the homefront due to deteriorating situations. Unable to contain the infected, British high command decided to declare the city a free fire zone for air strikes, word coming down to any remaining British forces to get out of the city while they still could. Meeting with a group of other British soldiers, Harel and his squad fled to Heathrow airport and managed to flag down a C-130 as it taxied onto the runway. As they left the British Isle, they learned the plane was on a resupply for a remnant of NATO in Eastern Europe.
Indeed, their destination was Chernaurus.
The plane would touch down at an impromptu airstrip in Chernaurus’ north east. Harel and the other BAF soldiers on the plane being absorbed into the NATO remnant’s ranks. Harel would unfortunately be wounded during a supply raid and left behind by his comrades, who thought him dead. But alas, he wasn’t, being nurse back to health by a generous couple. Spending some weeks with them, he ultimately went his own way, deeming it would be better for the two if a soldier wasn’t seen with them.
Now, Harel travels the road, just trying to survive day for day.