Bruce Fletcher, a 29 year old, came from Missouri, USA. After serving 4 years for the US army as a 15P in South Korea he got out and became a field service engineer aircraft maintenance.
Worked for Boeing and was sent over to North East Airfield to assist in the construction of newer variants of MI-8s. Being forced to leave his pregnant wife
Savannah Fletcher at home, 7 months pregnant with a girl, Kinsley. Before he left Savannah took his hand and reminded him, if he is ever in need to just look down at his ring and remember that these times are only temporary. That they will be there when he gets back. He kissed her belly and left for the airport.
During the week he was required to stay the outbreak began.
Stranded at the airfield he hid in one of the bathrooms when the infected arrived full force, they latched on and
tore down aircraft. While some aircraft were able to take off and make it out, others were not so lucky. He could hear the screams of fellow workers being torn to pieces and eaten alive. Gun shots from the nearby local police and rotors spinning and leaving him behind. After the invasion passed he left from his hiding place he saw nothing but destruction before him. Bodies everywhere, planes and helicopters alike crashed and burning. After salvaging what he could, he headed off to another airfield that he thought might still be alive, a military
airfield he heard about in the north west.
Not long after reaching the north he met a man named Vince Rossi, who soon became his friend, Mr. Rossi poked fun about Bruce's Ghillie Suit calling him a Werewolf. From this day on most everyone he met knows him as such. Very few people even know his real name. Werewolf set off with Vince to start a group of mobsters called The Syndicate. Not long after war broke out against the Anarchists. With numbers in the Anarchists favor, groups decided to form a Coalition. After months of senseless fighting between the Coalition and the Anarchists, The Syndicate disbanded. Werewolf didn't know really what to do, so he wandered around, keeping his head low as he was a target for Anarchy.
A few weeks went by with nothing really going on, until he met a man named Bobby Kalo. Werewolf and Bobby quickly became friends. Bobby decided he would take over a group from an Irish fellow named Cullen, The Black Roses. This is where Werewolf met most of his close friends, who he now considers family. Bobby and Roy Kalo, Alan Ford, Iosif, Rico, and a few more. But things weren't all fine and dandy. The Black Roses were an enemy of the Anarchists before Bobby took over and they remand one after. We were constantly in firefights against them, but we tried our best to stay low and get our job done, we were bounty hunters after all. It didn't take long for a full fledge war to break out between us and the Anarchists. Everyday for weeks we were shooting at each other, we were tired of it. So we decided it was better if we dropped the name of Roses.
Werewolf was tired of the constant fighting, it was pointless, so he decided to do things his way, he took his most trusted friends and created a group call The Pack, Werewolf had always been a fan of the Pack mentality, so he took it to heart and vowed to follow it. It was his job, no, his duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, to take care of the weak and keep things equal between all people of Chernarus.
After an extensive hiatus Werewolf returned to the typical day to day life in Chernarus, meeting back up with Bobby and joining his new group of gun slinging mercenaries Legacy.