Caleb Vogt, Hospital Corpsman Second Class(SW/EW), US Navy, assigned to 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit (MEU) 3rd Battalion 1st Marines. Member of the US Navy for eight years, he enlisted straight out of high school from his home state of Oregon with the original intention of doing one enlistment and getting out, to use his benefits for college. Faced with the choice of branches, he selected the Navy due to not particularly desiring to go through Army or Marine Corps boot camp, or to be relegated to rolling around in the dirt with a rifle. He did not graduate top of his division, or the top of his schools, landing roughly in the middle of both. It was, after all, only a means to an end, and not his plan for how his life should go. Plans change, however, and he instead decided to reenlist when his time was up, and pursue a full military career. The comradery and sense of actually accomplishing something - at least on days he wasn’t stuck painting a passageway or mopping a deck in the rain - seemed to work for him, and he advanced through the ranks at a fair clip. After a shipboard tour, and a comfortable shore duty, he found himself attached to the 13th MEU during the time they were redirected to Chernarus to support NATO operations, and joined his platoon on the ground in the Elektrozavodsk region.
During a patrol on the second day on land, searching for survivors and approaching groups of the infected, the unit found themselves cut off by the infected, and were forced to retreat into the surrounding countryside. The loss of their radioman along the way and thus, long range communications capability, left the men and women of the platoon in a precarious position, cut off from extraction and support and pushed ever deeper into Chernarus. Every attempt at a return to Elektrozavodsk was hampered, either by the infected, scared civilians, or hostile bandits capitalizing on the confusion. With supplies running low, ammunition spent, and their numbers dwindling seemingly by the day, a last attempt was made to enter Elektrozavodsk, only to find the withdrawal had already happened. On the final approach to the abandoned camp in the city, a fresh horde of infected horrors rushed the beleaguered soldiers, bearing them under by their numbers or inflicting terrible injuries that Caleb, even if he were not working with the barest skeleton of a medical kit, could not hope to fix. By some twist of fate, he managed to slip past the grasping claws of the infected and escape the doomed city once more, though not without suffering a final humiliating casualty - his uniform, and the rest of his supplies, torn away or shredded by the teeming mass behind him. It was happy fortune, then, that led to him finding a house uninhabited by living or dead, with clothes in roughly his size.
Caleb now stands stranded, the last remaining member of his unit by pure luck of the draw, trying to find a way to survive and, hopefully, find a way back home.