Born in Ontario, Canada. He grew up on a farm with his family. At the age of 17 he finished high school and worked as a construction worker until he was 24. He's a family guy. A good guy deep down. He’s also a very proud Canadian, keeping up with politics and hockey of course. When Barack Obama was removed from office for Trump, he knew things would get more and more fucked up. Life was pretty good, he had a good paycheck every two weeks. Then it happened, he lost his job (not related to trump). For no good reason other than the boss had to cut the new guys. That’s how he enlisted in the Canadian army. He finished his infantry training and got shipped to France after finishing his basic medical training.
He was made a crewman and operator of a supply truck convoy attached to 2nd Battalion, Royal 22e Régiment. He had to deliver supplies in and out of a city, following the orders and stopping for no reasons at all. When he got into Chernarus, he barely knew how bad it was. He knew it was a deadly infection and that people had… zombie behaviors when infected. The unit had seen some pretty heavy fights with the Taliban when supplying local towns for the UN and Canadian Army. The unit was deployed to Chernarus in 2017 to help deliver local goods for forces working under the NATO-CFOR.
His first encounter with an infected happened late compared to most people. He was driving a truck back from a supply mission and he was being chased down by a civilian covered in blood. Then he reported back to base and was debriefed of the situation. At first, he was shocked… he couldn’t believe how bad it was. But it was real, very real in fact. He knew NATO was the only thing that could help this forsaken country and he knew that meant he would never leave this place alive. Better make himself useful here before his time comes.
After working with NATO for a month, he quickly realise their commander had no direct orders from the outside. Slowly commanding was lacking and John was left with no choice but to assume what was right. From there, Kyle decided it was for the best that he starts making friends outside NATO for his own survival. He joined Kovar's market as a Runner then as a merchant. From there, he met a lot of people and became quite known as a wandering merchant. The more he worked by himself, the less NATO seemed to have orders. He now lives an undercover live as a Merchant until his service is needed again. He lost contact with his commanding officer ever since they moved the camp when he was scouting. No memos, no notes... nothing at all.