* Under a willow tree right next to a small pond somewhere in the woods of chernarus. Graham plopped his backpack in the mud next to the pond bending over for a drink. Short of breathe he returns to a kneeling posture over the pond. He marvels in the beauty of this land and then scowls at the thought of the plague that had infected it. Graham sits down near the willow and pulls out a little hand-held journal and stares at it. He contemplates writing a will but decides to not count his chickens before they hatch.*
I guess I'll start off by introducing myself, my name is Graham Holt. I am a Staff sergeant in the USMC, I traveled to chernarus under the orders of the suits themselves. With the world falling apart I guess they just want to know what the fuck is happening... My team and I are here on a mission counter insurgency, intelligence gathering ,and militia training. These God damn russians caused this im here to clean up the mess and lead operation safeguard.