The kind of thing I do, often enough.
Spike scanned the area. There was no movement anywhere. There was no sound.
The stillness made him think he could be deaf. Certainly he had been exposed to explosions enough to deafen anyone.
The only sound occurred when he took a step. Tiny bits of rubble, perhaps even sand grains, were disturbed under his descending boot. He could hear that.
Your yarns are longer than mine.
;o]