Chad Ferguson was brought up in the United States, raised in rural Georgia to a modest, blue-collar family. He was an average child, not causing much of a stir in life. Although, this would all change around the time he was twenty years old; too much moonshine and cocaine does wonders to a young mind, and terrible things to his behavior. He found himself constantly in trouble with the local law enforcement more often than not, and he simply didn't care. His frivolous behavior continued for months until one day he found himself in some deep trouble. One humid summer night, Chad and two other local boys decided they needed more money in their life, hell, one of them just had a son that he couldn't even afford to care for, in their minds they needed this. They found themselves outside of a gas station on the outskirts of their small town. They chain smoked cigarettes for a few hours in the parking lot, waiting for closing time. Once the fateful hour rolled around the three men slowly excited the car. Chad Noticed one of them men brandishing a nickle plated revolver glistening on the moonlight as a sickening feeling passed through his gut. The robbery was all going to plan too, until the clerk behind the counter also noticed the revolver. The cashier quickly ducked down behind the counter and came back up with a firearm of his own, opening fire on the three. Chad, and one of the men were able to escape while his armed friend was not so lucky. He was shot three times in the chest, pronounced dead on the scene, chad later heard. As Chad and the remaining accomplice jumped into their car to make their get away toward Atlanta, they could already hear the sirens, these low crime areas have an outstanding police response time. They started to drive but about 5 minutes in they decided it might be in their favor to pull over and surrender. Months pass filled with legal rigmarole, until finally it's time for Chad's trial. Chad was ultimately let off easy, backwards small town politics goes a long way if your father plays cards with the judge on Tuesdays and Fridays. Chad was thankful his father was able to bail him out of his mistake and to show his gratitude to his family he vowed to turn his life around. At aged twenty three he enlisted in the United States Army and before long was a machine gun operator for an infantry battalion. Chad did this this for five years finishing his time he enlisted for and ready for his next chapter in life. When he returned he found himself growingly depressed as life just didn't have that same rush to it, and for all the time he spent in the Armed Forces he very little money to show for it. After pondering his options for a bit he linked up with an old friend from his time enlisted, this friend told him of the private sector and how much money there is to be made using the skills he's learned from the Army. This was just what Chad was waiting for and jumped at the opportunity to join up as a private military contractor. He was sent to a small county called Chernarus to be a security detail for a few wealthy individuals in the area. This still didn't seem to be enough money for Chad's greed and he soon began running security for men that was arms dealers. Gaurding the shipments across the border and across the country. He did this for a few months until once again he found himself cornered by authorities, but this time he was far from home. There were no old family friends in the court system, no way for him to slip out of this noose. After exhibiting excessive violent characteristics he was moved to the St. Alban's Metal Facility. Though it wouldn't last too long, Seth Black's plan came to fruition and he found himself outside the walls and plunged into a chaos he'd never known.