Classified Military background with deployments to multiple countries on "peacekeeping" missions. Highly trained in survival and life saving techniques. History of introverted tendencies; Resistant to outward contact. No surviving family members. Was up for reenlistment at the time of "The Outbreak" and was stranded in Chernarus. I known for avoiding contact with other survivors whether they are friendly or hostile. Has exhibited capability in combat and extreme situations. Excerpt from a journal entry: I was on one last job here in Chernarus. One last damn job. I was this close to leaving the life of violence behind me and spending the rest of my life on a quiet piece of land cut out just for me. I was on my way to the airport, when a woman acting strangely got on the bus and sat down in one of the front seats. She mostly kept for herself for probably 15 minutes or so, then she just burst out of her seat and jumped on the mother and her little girl in the seats across the aisle. I guess the driver took his eyes off the road just long enough for him to hit the car in front that had stopped, sending all of us passengers up to the front. I managed to untangle myself from the pile of limbs that had apparently started trying to eat eachother and managed to squeeze my way out of one of the windows of the bus. As I hit the ground, it seemed as if Hell itself had opened up and was trying to inhabit our world. I saw a small boy who could not have been more than 9 attacking his mother and tearing open her throat and she pushed and screamed trying to get away from her once loving son. I got around the bus and there were masses of what seemed to be crazed people attacking anything moved. I found a small hiding place between the wrecked bus and car, and waited for an opening to get to safety. About 5 minutes after I got my chance when a group of National Guard rolled up and started firing indiscriminately on the group of crazed people. I'm pretty sure that some of them were just trying to get to safety. I made a break through an alleyway into the treeline just outside the small town we had stopped in. I had made it about a half a mile away on top of a hill when i turned back and looked through the trees to see the National Guard being overrun and torn apart. I knew at this moment that I wasn't getting to have my quiet life. I am trapped here in this hell. I know how people are in situations like this. These crazy ones are going to be the least of my worries. I'm going to have to make a name for myself or die. I won't be just a name on a list. You won't see: Theodore Reed, Missing! I'm going to make it and anyone that wants to stop me will be in for a fight.