A lone soldier. His black armor hides him as he watches what goes on around him. A man trained to kill, a man who loves his job. The fire, the mayhem, he creates it all. But what he does the best is to capture the moment. He pulls out the pen, which has seen more battles then some of his guns, and paper. He sits quitly as he captures the moment. Waiting for the story to be surfaced and seen.