My name is Gabriel Blanco, everyone calls me just White, I was born in Argentina, and spent most of my youth learning about languages and foreign cultures, mostly North American; I joined the Army as soon as I finished high school, and graduated as NCO 2 years later. When I hit the 20s, I started to lust for some action, so I got the oportunity to join a United Nations voluntary help program, having the oportunity to go to Haiti, South Sudan, Cyprus, and, a year later, Chernarus. I chose Chernarus because I thought there would be more action since it was Eastern Europe, and I thought the culture was cool. Worst move of my life; thinking as civilian being a military.
Then, no more than a day later, I got in my way to Miroslavl, in a very big research center, we were supposed to escort doctors and keep the facility safe. That didn't happen.
The center was overruned, the personnel dead, and most of us deserted. I know someday I'll be able to go home again, away from this hell, the world HAS to know we're trapped here, and they have to do something about all this.