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  1. Michael Whyte was born on June 9th, 1984 in Los Angeles to a mom and dad who he never truly got along with. It’s not like he hated them or anything, they just never agreed on anything. His childhood wasn’t horrible, not nearly as bad as some peoples, but he never did anything, it was always boring. He wanted to get out of that house as soon as he could, which led him to talk to a USMC recruiter at the ripe age of 18. He signed his contract as an Infantry Machine Gunner (MOS 0331). He said his goodbye’s to his mom and dad and was off to Boot Camp. Upon arriving at MCRD in San Diego, he instantly had DI’s yelling at him, which shocked him at first. He wasn’t used to being screamed at, especially not for no reason. Although sent into a shock, Michael quickly followed orders. Now Michael wasn’t weak by any means, but he wasn’t the Hulk either. The following 13 weeks were in no way, shape, or form easy. He was constantly sleep deprived, malnourished, and struggling to pay attention. He was pushed beyond his limits physically, he was mentally tested, and morally shaped from just a human, into a Marine. Graduation day was the best feeling he’d ever had. Although his family didn’t show up, he wasn’t upset at that at all. He was just proud to have endured such a struggle of training, and even more proud to finally be a United States Marine. It wasn’t long before he received orders for his first deployment to Afghanistan. He was assigned his M249, and told he was to man the MK19 on the HMVEE while out on patrols. Man was it fun, the MK19 was a blast to shoot, watching to dirt fly up when the grenade hit the ground. He got off luckier than most Marines, never having any “confirmed kills” only ever shooting in the direction of a threat. The thought of possibly having killed somebody crossed his mind, but was quickly drowned out with the thought of “It was me or him”. After 6 years of service were up, he decided that he’d seen enough action. He got out, continued his life as normal getting an office job, but soon realized that just wasn’t him. He was good with numbers and information, but he wasn’t suited to sit at a desk all day. He’d much rather use his skills to keep serving his country, so he got a degree and decided to try and join the CIA. Surprisingly, he actually got a return call saying to come in for an interview. He blew that interview out of the water, and was quickly sent to go train. Training wasn’t extremely difficult, more mental training than anything else. Being extremely good with numbers, he thrived at anything technical, quickly advancing to the top of his class, he graduated there too. In fact he graduated with such a high grade, the first job he was assigned to was one not many people knew about. He was sent to South Zagoria to work for Number Station E98 as a Logistics Specialist in 2010 to work with a team.
  2. *Aaron shakily picks up his radio, holding the PPT he talks nervously* "Jordan, if you are out there I need to find you. I-well there's something following me. I don't know where you are or if you are even still alive but I'm going to find you." *Quickly releases PTT*
  3. My childhood wasn't anything special, really. My dad was in the Navy, my mom was always home with me. I was two when my brother was born, and like most older siblings I wasn't entirely happy with not having all of the attention anymore, but I eventually got over it and ended up loving my brother, Jordan. We liked mostly the same things, so we always got along pretty well, but it wasn't until we were young adults that we really clicked. When Jordan turned 18, we decide it would be a good idea for us adrenaline junkies to get motorcycles, and I'm not entirely upset that he came up with the idea, because it turned out to be a lot of fun. Admittedly we weren't the most legal drivers when it came to road laws, often speeding down the road, splitting lanes, just having fun. That is until one day while out on a ride, a car driven by some ass hat pulled out right in front of Jordan, he had no time to even brake, he just went flying. We were always safe while riding, we made sure to wear full gear, but even with it on his back got all tore, it wasn't a pretty sight. After that event I stopped riding as carelessly, while still having fun. Jordan decided to enlist in the Coast Guard after he healed, and I decided to follow my dream of being a pilot in the Air Force. OTS wasn't bad, surprisingly. Then came Flight Training, which was actually really fun. I went in not knowing anything about how to fly a helicopter, and after this I knew enough to do it safely and confidently, but not good enough to fly overseas. The rest of the training was a breeze, and then came my first deployment. All my deployments and TDYs went smoothly, no hiccups at all. It's an odd feeling to be in complete control of not only a multi-million dollar aircraft, but also the people in it that you're transporting. It sucked being away from home, but the job made me feel some kind of way. There's just something about being a key part of the United States Military that makes being away from your family worth it. I really made a difference, but I needed a break. It was time for some leave. I called Jordan, asked if he had any leave and suggested we took a mini vacation. Nothing much was really seen of this place, but we heard they were rebuilding and wanted to go see how it looked after the war; Chernarus. We flew, then drove, and drove some more, and finally we got to the house we were renting. What we'd seen so far wasn't bad. A lot of farms, a few big cities, nothing out of the ordinary, but the mountains were something to see. Definitely still a lot of construction going on, though. After being there a few days, sight seeing, going on hikes, just enjoying the break, we got a notification from our mother one day, a video of some sorts. We watched, and both being from the Military, we weren't super shocked with what we saw. It was just a Russian helicopter landing in some sort of Military Compound, it wasn't really that odd they were probably just transporting supplies for the construction. Apparently, however, other people weren't so sure about this helicopter, and conspiracies quickly began to spread. After a long day of exploring the country, we decided to get some sleep in preparation for the next day, one of our last here. Suddenly, we were awoken by one of the loudest noises I've ever heard. It was a huge explosion, and it couldn't have been far away. There were jets flying over, the explosions continued, checkpoints were being set up, we couldn't even drive anywhere anymore. Jordan went out on a walk one night to see if he could figure anything out, he told me to stay home and start packing our stuff, we were leaving early. What the hell? Is a dog scratching my door? Wha- What the fuck?!?
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