Calvin Hill, born in the south side of Chicago, had a very difficult upbringing. His mother died during childbirth, and his father was always at work so there was really nobody at home most of the time that he could depend on. Unable to really depend on anyone at home, he became self reliant very early on. He found himself running dope for local bangers from an early age and delivering any packages that needed to be. The pay for this was shit, but Calvin enjoyed the brotherhood mentality that came with the gang, so he continued to do the shit jobs hoping to one day become a full on member of the gang.
As the years passed on, Calvin was finally fully inducted into the four corners gang at age 15. From there on he was no longer just running packages, he was now selling shit on the corner for them, helping jump anyone that needed to be jumped, and snatching purses when told to. He was pretty good at that last part. After about two years, they finally gave him his own gun, a beautiful Colt .45. A year after that, Calvin was brought to his first drive by, where he shot his first man. While Calvins emotions were mixed on the actual shooting and ending someones life part, he was always glad to help out the people that had given him a place to call home and people to call brothers. He put all the mixed feelings in the back of his head and continued to do what he was asked to...for a while at least.
In the years that followed, Calvin was one of their go to shooters whenever one was needed. Calvin got quite good at it, and almost began to enjoy it. So long as the gang was happy with him, he was happy with himself. He started tagging along as a bodyguard of sorts on any larger deals that would go on with the higher ups of the gang. Sketchy deal for some heroin with the Russians? Calvin would come along. Creepy ass Mexicans selling some guns? Calvin would come along. Some greasy ass Italians buying Cocaine? Calvin would be there. While the deals usually went well enough, there would be the occasional botched one where shooters were needed.
At age 19 Calvin was trusted enough to go along with one of the figureheads of the gang to Eastern Europe for some big ass drug deal. Needless to say, this didn't go well and Calvin along with the rest of the survivors of the shootout were thrown in a Chernarussian jail cell while they awaited extradition. Fortunately, around the same time people started eating people, and Calvin managed to get the keys off of a guard who's neck was being devoured by one of the grey skins, and free himself.