TK is looking through the lens of his camera when he first spots him.
The picture is nothing out of the ordinary, one among thousands and thousands that he’s taken since he stepped foot onto war torn soil a year ago. In fact he’s taken ones much more powerful than this one—mid battle, on planes as soldiers dropped from the sky, towns that were devastatingly flattened.
But this specific one makes him pause.
He’s grateful he’s in an environment where he can do so. Capturing war on film means TK can never truly let his guard down, but a temporary camp filled with three separate units on allied ground feels almost as safe as it gets.
TK doesn’t need to see the printed shot to know he could make a fortune on it—the classically handsome soldier sitting perched on the border of the camp.
A thing of beauty in the middle of such destruction.