Isaac Tarcape is a normal Finn. Quiet, trustworthy and quick to help others. He had always seen peace keeping the best way to help people in need, rather than giving some amounts of money to charity. During his youth the conflicts rising around the world in Middle east, Africa and area of the Green sea sparked his interest in a military career. As he grew older and the conflicts all around the world escalated, his will to help others grew even more towards the idea of helping others at ground zero. After finishing the grade school he started studying at vocational school as a construction worker. Working with his hand's was always another thing he liked to to do. Seeing something actual happening from his work was so satisfying.
In 2013 he came to age of 19 and as the standard conscription order came in, he applied to FRDF. Soon after the test and evaluations were done, he was ordered to step into service in January, 2014, within the Jägerbattalion. After the first few months in service he got selected with many other promising soldiers to receive an officer training, within Forward observing branch. During his conscription, tensions rose as Russia Annexed Crimea and started a proxy war within Ukraine's border. This was something to cause little bit of dislike towards Russian army, not the Russian population itself.
After the Conscription ended at the end of 2014, he applied into a peacekeeping rotation, and got accepted into next batch of peace keepers sent into Lebanon in first quarter of 2015, under the UN command. The conflict in this area had died down, except a few hotheads shooting from time to time and some sightings of terrorists near the border of Syria. During his time there he learned more of use of radios and mortar practices with the multinational forces. After a 12 month cycle, he got pulled back to Finland to rest.
About three months after the change of rotation from Lebanon, he got restless and did a direct apply into the operation that had sparked his interest in peacekeeping. NATO-CFOR. For five months he waiter for a response from the peace keep recruitment with no avail, until one morning he got a call and invitation to the rotation training for SOC (stands for "Suomen Osasto Chernaruksessa" or Finnish Unit in Chernarus) upcoming in few months, where he would receive training on new radio equipment and the NATO way of doing things, before being shipped out to Chernarus in January of 2017. Soon after he was merged with NATO forces and set up inside a command vehicle with his radio skills at the western side of Chernarus, near Kirivograd at base "Kozlov".
When the outbreak struck Isaac was stationed with MNBG-West holding out the western front with the CDF troops, and keeping up the remnants of frail and shattered communication network to his best extent.
The story so far
Isaac fought for the people. Tried making everything better for everyone. But stories don't go like that. He fought against the infected with his comrades in NATO, his friends in CDF and the unlikely ally of the VDV. They co-operated with UN in hopes of finding a cure, and protecting civilians. But it didn't go well. Populace started turning hostile towards the soldiers, both CDF and NATO alike. Isaac's time was filled with hate, anger and fear. There were rapists, murders, pedophiles, gunmen and betrayals. All of the mean bad people, that shouldn't exist. Isaac fought all of them alike. But there was not much that could be done. They were a single small unit, consisting of all kinds of soldiers. Good, Bad, Brave and cowardly.
Isaac helped around Kovar's market, and his heart was torn when he found out one of their daughters had been killed. He and his comrade found out the killer, and the man didn't live long.
Isaac kept on going. He kept on fighting the good fight to keep everyone protected. Safe as best as he could. But the seed of doubt had already been sown to the populace of survivors. The fight that was going on against the infection just escalated when VDV decided to abandon boat and head back North, and CDF withdraw towards the capital. They were left alone. NATO and UN. And then the UN got attacked. And NATO couldn't do anything. First meaningful casualties happened, and they got blamed for it. "Why weren't you there? Why didn't you respond?? WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP". These words rung in Isaac's head. Their incompetent leadership was too deep in it's own ass to make a meaningful decisions.
And not soon after, they abandoned boat. Their leaders, leaving on a helicopter. Every single officer. It put Isaac and other NCO's in though spot, trying to recover form the situation. Which they didn't. They started getting attacked by people, made demands to. It broke his heart even more. Why wouldn't they trust him? His comrades?
Soon came the day, which would change his life. UN evacuation day. Now even they were bailing these people. He acted as a rear guard with NATO to the UN's convoy of UN personnel and civilians who wanted out. Helicopters were approaching the NW airfield, when the convoy got ambushed in Kabanino, resulting in dozen dead, and many captured. Isaac alike. He saw many of his friends die while being captured. And then it got revealed that UN had been conducting research. One that wasn't told to NATO, to fix the infection. Cure it. And results were there. But the captors back stabbed each other and started fighting. It resulted in UN and NATO soldiers getting caught in crossfire. Isaac got his part. Gunshot wound to shoulder, sent him into a painful state, which some doctor helped him treat, saving his life.
He dragged his wounded self around Souther Zagoria for few days, before he just said fuck it and started heading towards Mirloslav, safety of the city and people. But when he got there, he saw that everything was in disarray. NATO scattered and powerless, no one knowing what to do, Chernarussians treating him badly because of who he was, a foreigner. He wandered around the city for time being, trying to find out other members of his unit or any of his country men. All for naught. After a month staying in the city, he moved himself to the embassy, finding it closed down, windows boarded up only rat's running on it's corridors. He fell into despair. His comrades had left him, his country abandoned him. He just stared at the wall, and cursed everyone and everything. He had given his all to this country, and to his. And this was his reward.