David, asleep in bed, awoke to a heavy knock at his apartment door. Raising himself up and throwing his covers off his bed, the knocking began to get louder as he approached his door. Groggily eyed, he pulled the door open with a slight tug and wiped his eyes out. In front of him stood two men, both dressed in United States' Army fatigues. Behind them stood a Humvee that toted American patriotism as loudly as their uniforms did, and suddenly, before the two men were able to utter a word, David's mind flashed in an instant to his brother, who'd been serving in Afghanistan for quite some time previously.
"Are you David? Caleb's brother?" The man asked, with a deep concern and slight empathy to his voice.
"I am, this.. this isn't about him, is it?" David asked worryingly.
"I'm.. I'm afraid to inform you that yesterday morning, your brother was traveling with an EOD squad to defuse an IED in a small village outside of their forward operating base. On the way there, they were ambushed by roadside explosives, and in the fight, your brother was killed in action.. We're.. here to inform you of your loss. As a result, however, several higher-ranks on base here in town have already informed your parents and out of courtesy in knowing him on a personal level, have paid for his funeral expenses. His remains are being transported here by plane and will be placed into the casket soon.. As such, we have to return now," one of the two men said, walking away from David and back toward their Humvee.
In a moment's notice, David's mind and face instantly flushed with sadness, anger, and stress all at once. Caleb, the brother David looked up to, was now dead. With this realization, David understood that his family would never be the same again. Thinking out of anger, David got clothed and instantly felt a cold-chill rush down his body when he realized that the Army life was never what his brother intended for him, but for David to feel peace again, he would continue to carry his brother's legacy with him.
Close To Four Years Later..
Upon being discharged from the Army, David found the return to life as a civilian was increasingly difficult. Without a useful skill-set, David would never find work, even in the lowest of paying jobs. Sitting down on his bed, he faced the window-sill across from him. The light shone in through a tiny crack in the blinds. Repeating the saying over in his head, "The man leaves the war, but the war doesn't leave the man," to himself over and over, David became increasingly concentrated on his firearm, laid up against the corner of his dresser pointed upwards towards the ceiling. It was in this moment, David decided he would become private security for a contracting agency he'd seen an advertisement for online involved in Eastern Europe. Not understanding the full extent of what he'd be doing, David didn't care, as long as it took him away from the constant drinking and misery he'd found himself in back home.
Several Months Forward..
On board a helicopter en-route to an Eastern European country known to his contracting buddies named "Chernarus," David became increasingly anxious when told they'd be wearing hazardous material clothing in preparation for a wild infection spreading. Due to the lack of armed forces in the area, private security teams had been hired to dispatch of some "local populace" surrounding some of the outskirts of major cities. Fixating his helmet, David strapped his chin-strap underneath his chin and prepared for the nightmare of what would lie ahead.