Travis Wright was born January 4th, 1988. He has a younger brother named Carson, born June 22, 1991. Growing up in the mountains of Wyoming with a single mother was no easy task, especially with a younger brother who was always getting into trouble. Travis’ father left while he was still young. Carson wasn’t even out of the womb. His father, Patrick Wright, was nothing more than a drunk thrill seeker who was recently starting to experiment with different narcotics, and in turn blew all of the family’s money. His mother, Amy Wright, did the best she could, raising two children in the mountains. She had many things to juggle. Being a workaholic, having kids, and battling leukemia. Travis and Carson always knew she didn’t have much time. When Travis turned 18 he enlisted in the United States Army as a 11B (Infantryman) as soon as he could after 9/11, for the $20,000 bonus, and the chance to serve his country. He only ever really cared about a few things. His mother, his brother, and his home nation. He was shipped off to Fort Benning June 13th, 2006. He made it to his unit after completing OSUT and Airborne school and was stationed at Fort Bragg with the 82nd Airborne. In 2009, Travis was deployed to Afghanistan in the Kunar Province. This was during the time President Obama was re-enforcing the troops currently stationed there. Travis was nearing the end of his 13 month deployment when he got a Skype call from Carson stating that their mother had succumb to her leukemia, and that he was currently trying to figure out the burial plans with their grandparents.
Travis returned home in 2010 and had some leave time from the Army. He couldn’t stand to look at his little brother who no doubdtedly blamed him for not getting home for the funeral. He fell into a deep depression and fought alcoholism. Carson stayed in the family home where he was exploring the idea of creating a construction company. He always enjoyed building things for their mother. In 2012, after Travis had gotten out of the Army, he met a woman at a tack store where he was buying some hunting ammo for his rifle. They fell in love and in the next year got married. Travis was still an alcoholic at this time and wasn’t very kind to his wife. She ended up leaving him in 2015. He fell even deeper into his mental pit of depression and alcoholism. Carson had his construction company, name Trigon Construction, up and running but was having a difficult time finding contracts in the US with all of the bombings happening in Chernaurus. In 2016, Carson was offered a contract in Chernaurus, building up bases and infrastructure for the Chernaurussian Defense Force. He offered a job to Travis as a foreman.
When the outbreak of the mystery infection happened in July of 2017, Carson and Travis were left to fend for themselves. One night, while the brothers were sleeping by a campfire in the woods near Green Mountain, a group of maniacs snuck up on them using the cover of darkness and attempted to kill the pair. One poured a vile of acid on Travis’s face while the others attacked Carson with a knife. They slashed Carson’s face, but Carson was already awake because of the screaming coming from Travis’ burning face. Carson dispatched two of them swiftly with his pistol, but the one that attacked with acid fled into the woods. Carson chased him down and pummeled him him to death, cutting open his hands. The attacker was able to get a lick on Carson’s nose, breaking it. Travis survived the attack with severe burns to his face and torn vocal chords.
A few months later, (Present) Travis and Carson were on their way to Gorka to find some supplies when they were cut off from each other by a pack of wolves that had been hunting them for the last few miles. Travis was running through the woods when he heard shots ring out. He ran towards them and found a mess that he could nearly not bear to look at. Carson was torn up from head to toe, bleeding out next to a pile of dead wolves. Three of them bleeding from gunshots, and the other two appeared to have their throats ripped out. Carson was screaming bloody murder and actually bleeding at a very fast rate. Nothing was arterial, thankfully. Travis used the last of the medical supplies he had patching his brother. He tried to calm him but the only word he could manage to utter was “hush”. Anything else was too painful to attempt. Travis would be later known by the Alias, “Hush”