Eyes Of A Monster

Shifting my attention to the colonel, I would bare witness to a rather peculiar event. He was stood in the middle of a street, his enemies nowhere to be seen or heard. He did not seem to care for their whereabouts either. He simply began a stroll through the barren wasteland. As he did though, he would take off his helmet. Lifting it high above his head, it would appear he was basking in his own reflection. Confused, I watched on, the enemy had hidden themselves, and quite obviously, in the buildings. As they sprung to action, I would see why.