Ryan Calhoun, where to start.
Typicial modern Canadian teen upbringing, complete with parental divorce and aspbergers diagnosis. His family moved around alot as a kid, with both parents in the RCMP, though soon retired after a shooting sent one of them into ICU. A bit of a overly cushy upbringing. Though, with a family history of government service, he quickly decided on the military, and lo and behold, managed to get in and become a combat engineer in 2 Combat Engineer Regiment.
Fresh out of boot and combat engineer training in may, he got stationed in a NATO base in chernarus, assisting in construction and all that super interesting stuff. It was fucking boring, to say the least. Of course, soon enough- well, you already know what happened. Shit got fucked, people died, and the whole situation was fucked in every way imaginable. Yes, even that way. In the waning days of the infection, during that big, fuckoff storm, he went the way of a few other soldiers, and deserted, grabbing supplies from an overrun ammo depot, and getting out of there, helping a few civvies on the way. Of course, his desertion wreaked havoc on his conscience. As such, after the storm cut the fuck out, he made a B line to get back to any remaining NATO forces, to try and salvage the situation. Fast forward a few months, and judging by the beat to shit plate carrier and helmet, missing tooth, and lack of communication from NATO command, and moreso the dissolving of the NATO forces, any goals he had were practically wiped, along with any chance of getting out of country. To sum it up in just one word; "Fuck."
Oh, he also says fuck a lot.