Jonathan Banks, born and raised in the small town of Kirkenes Norway, easy growing up with a caring family well in the Norwegian military, well planned shifts made sure he always had a parent home during his uprising. No suprise when he was motivated to join the military branch when he got older. He had from a young age enjoyed solving puzzles hands on, tinkering with equipment or toys.
Second Lieutenant Banks in the Armoured Division at Bardufoss military camp, he had made career in the Norwegian Army, educating first recruits on how to service, and maintain the Leopard 2 A4
Allthough he were dreaming to climb the ladders he had no problem enjoying his position.
Lieutenant Colonel Banks in the Armoured Division of the FSK at Rena Leir. Jonathan were furious, the second lieutenant had gone behind his back, withheld information vital to the success of his crew.
Luckely this was only a excersise, and luckely it showed that he were a person who did not deserve a position like that. He decided to take a break, revisit his family in Kirkenes, take a break from work.
Jonathan found himself in a unusual situation, beeing this scared was new to him, no simulation or training excersise had brought this much fear into his head. He busted the window of the grocery store, him and his mates collected what they could, when suddenly Jonathan found himself with a sigarette in his hand, he lit it and was instantly relieved.
Mockba the sign said as they were exiting the former capitol and now fallen city in Russia, their car brimmed, trying to find life. Trying to escape the dead...
They had fought their way through the base, and entered a small village, Banks was now alone, as his mates were dead or reborn. He faded out after having made sure the doors were locked and he were out of sight. Food and munitions were running low, so was hope, then he met them..